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Samiya Bashir

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Samiya Bashir

Samiya Bashir is the author of three collections of poetry including Field Theories (Nightboat Books, 2017). She teaches at Reed College and lives in Portland, Oregon.

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You’re really faithful to your abusers, aren’t you?
Samiya Bashir
2018
Like love: first you pick up; then you lay down; then discard; then discard; then discard. That’s love. Right? Did somebody say Dominoes? The problem of a street game is you. You’re already doing it wrong. Doing it wrong before you wake up. Before you walk up the street. Cross the crowded corner. Case in point:
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John Henry crosses the threshold—
Samiya Bashir
2017

Everyone up here called me crazy but
I couldn’t do nothing but what seemed right.
Crazy to fight—maybe—maybe crazy
enough to win. Every day I crouch down

into that bend I know I might not creep
out again. Tunnels eat men like penance—
like payment for letting us through       I knew

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At Harlem Hospital across the street from the Schomburg the only thing to eat is a Big Mac
Samiya Bashir
2017

after Z. S.

Still, somehow we are
carousel. We spin bodies
to the wall and back.

We are woman and
man and man. We
are surgeon and

operation. We are
everybody we love.
We are inside them.

We are inside and we
are laughing. We are
man and we

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