"Feria"

for janae

 

 

 

I so love

the Satan of Black folk,

hiding truth in his weasel

of suites.

 

Calling cynicism

anything but the consilience

of summers eve's;

 

grandma is burried in a court

under the  Chinaberry tree,

that in life

 

she saved the stones of like

little skulls. A headhunter

in a pique apron

 

passing pink off as indulgence

and brown cheek kisses of cultivation.

I miss everything

 

under 23 years old that takes a shape

and runs with a kite. Correcting

strangers

 

to the correct pronunciation

of her name/ no less

a bee

 

so arbitrarily close to the true

color of the flowers he ravages.

Like seeing a manikin

 

for the first time, then wanting

to see what underclothes

their wearing.

 

It is that move of human power

to know. Even if someone else

dressed you.

 

Even if your head was frozen

sumptuously in a pink shawl

you would want,

 

I swear, the relief of something

embryonic and fertilized. Something

that says, other than

 

phone calls and text's, that you

were in fact, real life eminence.

Capable of love.

Reviews

[Horizon K.]

...something embryonic and fertilized... This is so lovely! It makes me think of those little moments you observe in one you love, when they are interacting and connected what is around them in ways that makes them feel so alive, vibrant and pulsing right up off this page of everything else... Things that take shape when they run with kites...

[writing mojo]

capable of love..what human nature is to seasons without the data intrinsic of a cyber burped.. y'all...excellent

[Rosalind Gale]

You, me, and everyone we love, in a park together, under trees. Of everyone I read you break my heart with words, with what you do not say, and with intensity of imagination. I simply melt, every time you speak. Truly you are gifted. I missed you, too.
-x-

[TL Boehm]

you're back you're back you're back you're back oh friendmefriendmefriendme! I've missed you. and the poetry above. That's why. those last three verses. HOLY COW.

[Corset]

Back up Barbie, my daughter would get so angry with her brother because the only way he would play in/with her Malibu Barbie doll house with her is if he played with the doll without her clothes, she failed to see the point of Barbies without their clothes and pink convertibles, and so it was an endless battle of wills, but in the end He played how he wanted, because she refused to play alone. Did I tell you today that you are (your) brilliant? yes? no? maybe I will in a little bit, nah i'll tell you now. You're brilliant, yes, yes you are. :)