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In this white room full of strangersyou are the first face of love remembered but I belong to myself in the rude places in the glare of your angriest looksyour blood running through my dreams like red angry waterand whatever…
Plotzensee Memorial, West Berlin, 1984 Dark graythe stone wall hangsself-conscious wreathsthe heavy breath of gaudy Berlin roses“The Vice Chancellor RemembersThe Heroic Generals of the Resistance”and before a well-trimmed hedgeunpolished granitetall as my daughter and twice aroundNeatnesswiping memories paymentfrom the air.…
Perhaps a strange womanwalks down from the corner into my bedroomwasps nest behind her earsshe is eating a half-ripe bananawith brown flecks in the shape of a lizard kittiwakes in her hairher armpits smell of celeryperhapsshe is speaking my tonguein…
Seven holes in my heart where flames live in the shape of a treeupside downbodies hang in the branchesBernadine selling coconut candy on the war-rutted road to St. Georges my son’s bullet-proof vestdark childrendripping off the globelike burned cheese.Pale early…
The woman who lives at 830 Broadwaywalks her infant at twilightthrough the neighborhood streetswarehoused fashionably ugly200-dollar silk blouses where hammers once hungbetween the cafés and loading dockschemicals bloom like wild roses in the gutterher child in the tattersall pramwith an…
The american deputy assistant secretary of defensefor equal opportunityand safetyis a home girl.Blindness slashes our tapestry to shreds. The moss-green military tailoring sets off her colorbeautifullyshe says “when I stand up to speak in uniformyou can believe everyone takes notice!”Superimposed…
Some women loveto waitfor life for a ringin the June light for a touchof the sun to heal them for anotherwoman’s voice to make them whole to untie their handsput words in their mouthsform to their passages soundto their screams…
IWhat hue lies in the slit of a anger ample and pure as nightwhat color the channel blood comes through?A Black woman and a white woman charter our courses closein a sea of calculated distancewarned away by reefs of hidden…
II was born in the gut of Blacknessfrom between my mother’s particular thighs her waters broke upon blue-flowered lineoleum and turned to slush in the Harlem cold 10 PM on a full moon’s nightmy head crested round as a clock”You…
The edge of our bed was a wide gridwhere your fifteen-year-old daughter was hanging gut-sprung on police wheelsa cablegram nailed to the woodnext to a map of the Western ReserveI could not return with you to bury the body reconstruct…