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Sometimes I dream of a slave ship docking at port
& my grandmother has brought me here. She takes my hand
(in the dream I am very young) as we watch the children
disembark. The children are lithe & descend one after
another after another—squinting, lifting their hands to shield
their eyes from the burning light of this new country.
I ask her: But will they be loved? She rubs my head &
says: The lack of it isn’t the worst thing to happen
to them. Think of all the ways what is not love comes for us,
sometimes parading itself as obligation, or the violence
we bear & soon they won’t distinguish one from the other.
The hurt itself will be a kind of attention. A boy hears
us talking & stares right back at me. He is black, blacker
than anyone I’d ever seen—iridescent, glowing with it.
I’m so moved that I dart between the guards toward him
& hold him in my arms & where I touch him, feathers
grow. The boy sprouts wings & lifts from the earth.
We are transfixed—me & grandmamma & children & the guards-
gazing upward. At first, he careens away, then back toward us
only to ascend, blacking out the sun until he climbs
high enough that he is swallowed by it altogether.
|September 04, 2010||The Black Virginity||Mina Loy|
|September 03, 2010||Birthplace||Michael Cirelli|
|September 02, 2010||Cracked Ice||Julie Sheehan|
|September 01, 2010||Unjust Praise||Ghirmai Yohannes|
|August 31, 2010||I Pack Her Suitcase with Sticks, Light the Tinder, and Shut the Lid||Rob Schlegel|
|August 30, 2010||What the Last Evening Will Be Like||Edward Hirsch|
|August 29, 2010||At the round earth's imagined corners (Holy Sonnet 7)||John Donne|
|August 28, 2010||Come Slowly—Eden (211)||Emily Dickinson|
|August 27, 2010||Renewal [Excerpt]||Chris Abani|
|August 26, 2010||Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour||Wallace Stevens|