Blogetry

“So it is better to speak / remembering / we were never meant to survive.”

Greeting and salutations! LLP here with another poetry blog, or blogetry if you will. Consider this my very own litany for survival, in the vein of Audre Lorde and some of my other favorites. Do not let the fiction and/or poly-ticks confuse you; this is first and foremost a poetry blog.

Cosmic Fro

I.She had big hairlookin like a tree in ten thousand leaves,and it shooklike five thousand soulsa million years old,dancing in the eye of a storm. She grabbed a hold of that hairand sniffed—a batch of wheat in her hands,hungry, greedy,bluer than balladsthat wrap round your heartin a neon-nailed fistand shake you up, shake you—a snow globe…

I Am Ethnicity

When I was bornI was whitewith kinky hairmy eyesthe shape of almondsAsian almost When I grewso did the bones of my cheekslike tiny mountain peeksof the red Sedoniansbrown like the Arizonianproud like the Indian Now as I amI wonder what to beof the people of my fathereast of the Mississippior the people of my mothersouth…

Delight in Disrobing

You undo meAnd I am ribbonsLittering your living room floorOpened Christmas giftsTissue-papered birthday wishHoping for something more You unravel meAnd I am unthreaded and unzippedTote bag and t-shirt slipping from shouldersLike hangers now bareBedroom closets empty and unkemptMy restless spirit disrobed but unscared You unfasten meAnd I am fluttering to my solesDresses and defenses slipping…

Forgiveness

I used to think About hating My mother When I was young It seemed God Would forgive me For not knowing how To love her Meanness Her bitter and critical Tongue While all the while Loving her Rough laughter Coarse humor Her gentle calloused fingers Until one day While looking Out the window I saw…

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