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For Patricia Cowan* and Bobbie Jean Graham† and the hundreds of other mangled Black Women whose nightmares inform these words. tattle tale tit. your tongue will be slit and every little boy in town shall have a little bit. —Nursery…
A core of conversations we never hadlie in the distance betweenyour wants and minea piece of each navel cord buriedbeneath a wall that separatesour sameness a talisman of birthhidden at the rootof your mother’s spirit my mother’s rage.Reaching for you…
Spirits of the abnormally bornlive on in waterof the heroically deadin the entrails of snake.Now I span my days like a wild bridgeswaying in place caughtbetween poems like a viseI am finishing my piece of this bargainand how shall I…
A killing summer heat wraps up the cityemptied of all who are not bound to staya Black woman waits for a white womanleans against the railing in the Upper West Side streetat intermisston the distant sounds of Broadway dimuntil I…
IHowever the image entersits force remains withinmy eyes rockstrewn caveswhere dragonfish evolvewild for life relentless and acquisitivelearning to survivewhere there is no foodmy eyes are always hungryand rememberinghowever the image entersits force remains.A white woman stands bereft and emptya black…
Oh za ki tan ke parlay lotyou who hear tell the othersthere is no metaphor for bloodflowing from children these areyour deaths your judgmentza ki tan ke parlay lotyou who hear tell the othersThis is not some other cities’ trialyour…
First rule of the road: attend quiet victims first.I am kneading my bread Winnie Mandelawhile children who sing in the streets of Sowetoare jailed for inciting to riotthe moon in Soweto is madis bleeding my sister into the earthis mixing…
But my life is not portable nowsaid the trollop maidenI need fixed lightto make my witless orchidsgrowinto prizesand the machine I useto make my breadis too bulky to move aroundeasily and besidesit needsespecially heavy current. But the old maid who…
This house will not stand forever.The windows are sturdy but shutteredlike individual solutionsthat match one at a time. The roof leaks.On persistent rainy daysI look up to seethe gables weepingquietly. The stairs are soundbeneath my childrenbut from time to timea…
My sister and Ihave been raised to hategenteellyeach other’s silencessear up our tongueslike flamewe greet each otherwith respectmeaningfrom a watchful distancewhile we dream of lyingin the tender of passionto drink from a womanwho smells like love.