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I did not fall from the skyInor descend like a plague of locuststo drink color and strength from the earthand I do not come like rainas a tribute or symbol for earth’s becomingI come as a womandark and opensome times…
Head bent, walking through snowI see you Seboulisaprinted inside the back of my headlike marks of the newly wrapped akaithat kept my sleep fruitful in Dahomeyand I poured on the red earth in your honorthose ancient parts of memost precious…
“in spite of the fire’s heat the tongs can fetch it.”It was in Abomey that I feltthe full blood of my fathers’ warsand where I found my motherSeboulisastanding with outstretched palms hip high one breast eaten away by worms of…
In front of the City Hotel in Kumasitwo horned snails come at twilightto eat the foot-long speckled snakedead on an evening wallfrom sudden violent storm.Their white extended bodiesgently suckingtake sweetness from the stiffening shapeas darkness overtakes them.
The Coniagui women wear their flesh like warbear childrenwho have eight days to choose their mothersthe children must decide to stayboys burst from raised loinstwisting and shoutingfrom the bush secret they runbeating the other womenavoiding the sweet fleshhidden near their…
My mother had two faces and a frying pot where she cooked up her daughtersinto girlsbefore she fixed our dinner.My mother had two facesand a broken potwhere she hid out a perfect daughter who was not meI am the sun…
Moon marked and touched by sun my magic is unwrittenbut when the sea turns backit will leave my shape behind. I seek no favoruntouched by bloodunrelenting as the curse of love permanent as my errorsor my prideI do not mixlove…
The black unicorn is greedy.The black unicorn is impatient.The black unicorn was mistakenfor a shadowor symboland takenthrough a cold countrywhere mist painted mockeriesof my fury.It is not on her lap where the horn restsbut deep in her moonpitgrowing. The black…
for Clifford Awakeningrumours of the necessity for your deathare spread by persistent screaming flickersin the morning lightI lieknowing it is past time for sacrificeand I burnlike the hungry tongue of an ochre firelike a benediction of furypushed before the heel…
In the center of a harsh and spectrumed cityall things natural are strange.I grew up in a genuine confusionbetween grass and weeds and flowersand what coloured meantexcept for clothes you couldn’t bleachand nobody called me niggeruntil I was thirteen.Nobody lynched…