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Khadijah Queen’s most recent book is I’m So Fine: A List of Famous Men & What I Had On (YesYes Books, 2017). She is also the author of Fearful Beloved (Argos Books, 2015). She teaches in the low-residency Mile-High MFA program at Regis University and is a visiting professor in creative writing at University of Colorado Boulder.

Theory: Synesthesia

First, I was twenty-five with no sleep       (                    )

&         my body said    feel this                     And I didn’t

want to     (             ) then       It turned into a constant &        (         )

burned to be felt        I couldn’t harden

away from it        couldn’t ease             (              )

or sleep or not-feel        my way away           because it was myself &

what my child could see    (             )            & what                I was watching

Originally published in CURA, Issue 14. Copyright © 2014 by Khadijah Queen. Used with the permission of the author.

Originally published in CURA, Issue 14. Copyright © 2014 by Khadijah Queen. Used with the permission of the author.

Khadijah Queen

Khadijah Queen

Khadijah Queen is the author of I’m So Fine: A List of Famous Men & What I Had On (YesYes Books, 2017).

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Gear adrift I say—a phrasal anchor in me
& here at the summit no one I know
knows what it means. I stay neat & ask
 
What did I imagine better before work
before that last time breaking
One Tuesday I volunteered & never again
 
The drumbeat softens & I still decline to
admit how cowardly &
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so well it’s like you’re my real
lover, the reason I can’t stay
attached to anyone, making a heaven
out of beginning again & you
knock at my voice
as if I could speak you back in
as mine & I had time enough to learn
the secret of cruelty
as if that made it lose

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Yes as thievery, except if saved for
a fantasy in which I in a backless
dress encounter

you on a typical balcony
overlooking Vltava, gripping the latticework,
metal, a barrier to leaping

into an esoteric night, fixed and ornate
enough, like my penchant for the infinite