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Day 22:
i wanted to take
your hand and run with you
together toward
ourseves down the street to your street
i wanted to laugh aloud
and skip the notes past
the marquee advertising "women
in love"


Day 23:
or maybe you look into a face you've never seen
or never noticed and you know
the ugly awful loneliness of being
locked into a mind and body that belong
to a name or non-name—not that it matters


Day 24:
and if ever i touched a life i hope that life knows
that i know that touching was and still is and will always
be the true
revolution


Day 25:
if i am imprisoned in my skin let it be a dark world
with a deep bass walking a witch doctor to me for spiritual
consultation
let my world be defined by my skin and the skin of my
people
for we spirit to spirit will embrace
this world


Day 26:
I watched his black skin turn foaming
white and wanted to see this magnificent
man stand naked and clean before me
but they called me to the dungeons where above
the christian church an african stood listening
for sounds of revolt


Day 27:
thinning hair
estee laudered
deliberate sentences
chubby hands
glasses resting atop ample softness
dresses too long
beaded down
elbow length gloves funny hats
ready smiles
diamond rings
hopeful questions
needing to be needed
my ladies over fifty
who birthed and nursed
my Blackness


Day 28:
i only want to
be there to kiss you
as you want to be kissed
where i want to kiss you
cause it's my house
and i plan to live in it


Day 29:
like my mother and her grandmother before
i paddle around the house
in soft-soled shoes
chasing ghosts from corners
with incense
they are such a disturbance my ghosts
they break my bric-a-brac and make
me forget to turn my heating stove


Day 30:
she sits each sunday black
dress falling below her knees which have drifted
apart defining a void
in the temple of her life in the church of her god
strong and staunch and hopeful
that we never change
places


Day 31:
i hope my shoulder finds a head that needs nestling
and my feet find a footstool after a good soaking
with epsom salts

i hope i die
warmed
by the life that i tried
to live
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Day 15:
i always liked house cleaning
even as a child
i dug straigtening
the cabinets
putting new paper on
the shelves
washing the refrigerator
inside out
and unfortunately this habit has
carried over and i find
i must remove you
from my life


Day 16:
wedding rituals have always intrigued me
and i'd swear to friends i wouldn't say goddamn not even
once no matter what neither would i give a power
sign but would even comb my hair severely
back and put that blue shit under my eyes
i swear i wanted to be in a wedding


Day 17:
she realized
she wasn't one
of life's winners
when she wasn't sure
life to her was some dark
dirty secret that
like some unwanted child
too late for an abortion
was to be borne
alone


Day 18:
i need i swear to loll
about the sun
and have it smelt me
the ionosphere carrying
my ashes all
the way over
to your pillow
i want you


Day 19:
and it was cold
on the elevator that morning
when i spoke to her and foolishly asked
how are you
she smiled and tilted her head
at least, i said, the sun is
shining
and her eyes smiled


Day 20:
ever want to crawl
in someone's arms
white out the world
in someone's arms
it's so hot in hell
if i don't sweat
i'll melt


Day 21:
the last time i was home
to see my mother we kissed
exchanged pleasantries
and unpleasantries pulled a warm
comfotting silence around
us and read separate books
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from The Life I Led

i hope my shoulder finds a head that needs nestling
and my feet find a footstool after a good soaking
with epsom salts

i hope i die
warmed
by the life that i tried
to live
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from Each Sunday

she sits each sunday black
dress falling below her knees which have drifted
apart defining a void
in the temple of her life in the church of her god
strong and staunch and hopeful
that we never change
places
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from Once a Lady told Me

like my mother and her grandmother before
i paddle around the house
in soft-soled shoes
chasing ghosts from corners
with incense
they are such a disturbance my ghosts
they break my bric-a-brac and make
me forget to turn my heating stove
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from My House

i only want to
be there to kiss you
as you want to be kissed
where i want to kiss you
cause it's my house
and i plan to live in it
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Poem (for Anna Hedgeman and Alfreda Duster)

thinning hair
estee laudered
deliberate sentences
chubby hands
glasses resting atop ample softness
dresses too long
beaded down
elbow length gloves funny hats
ready smiles
diamond rings
hopeful questions
needing to be needed
my ladies over fifty
who birthed and nursed
my Blackness
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from Africa II

I watched his black skin turn foaming
white and wanted to see this magnificent
man stand naked and clean before me
but they called me to the dungeons where above
the christian church an african stood listening
for sounds of revolt
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(I just wanted to drop a note and let you guys know I was having computer problems, which is why I'm so late with yesterday's prompt. I'll try to make sure the last few days are on time.)




from Poem (for Nina)

if i am imprisoned in my skin let it be a dark world
with a deep bass walking a witch doctor to me for spiritual
consultation
let my world be defined by my skin and the skin of my
people
for we spirit to spirit will embrace
this world
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from When I Die

and if ever i touched a life i hope that life knows
that i know that touching was and still is and will always
be the true
revolution
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from Catagories

or maybe you look into a face you've never seen
or never noticed and you know
the ugly awful loneliness of being
locked into a mind and body that belong
to a name or non-name—not that it matters
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from Just a New York Poem

i wanted to take
your hand and run with you
together toward
ourseves down the street to your street
i wanted to laugh aloud
and skip the notes past
the marquee advertising "women
in love"
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from Mothers

the last time i was home
to see my mother we kissed
exchanged pleasantries
and unpleasantries pulled a warm
comfotting silence around
us and read separate books
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Ever Want to Crawl

ever want to crawl
in someone's arms
white out the world
in someone's arms
it's so hot in hell
if i don't sweat
i'll melt
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Day 8:
The genesis was life
The genesis was death
In the genesis of death
Was the genesis of war
be still peace be still


Day 9:
i seize on little things
you can tell a lot about people
by the way they comb their hair
or the way they don't look
you in the eye


Day 10:
her eyes were two bright shiny six guns
already cocked
prepared to go off at a moment's indiscretion
had she been a vietnam soldier or a mercenary
for Ian Smith all the children and dogs and goodly
portions of grand old trees would have been demolished


Day 11:
i usta wonder who i'd be
when i was a little girl indianapolis
sitting on doctors' porches with post-dawn pre-debs
(wondering would my aunt drag me to church sunday)
i was meaningless
and i wondered if life
would give me a chance to mean


Day 12:
walking down park
amsterdam
or columbus do you ever stop
to think what it looked like
before it was an avenue
did you ever stop to think
what you walked
before you rode
subways to the stock
exchange (we can't be on
the stock exchange
we are the stock
exchanged)


Day 13:
then my neighbor
who thinks i hate
asked--do you ever write
tree poems--i like trees
so i thought
i'll write a beautiful green tree poem
peeked from my window
to check the image
noticed the school yard was covered
with asphalt
no green--no trees grow
in manhattan


Day 14:
they put us in a cell
to make us behave
never realizing it's from cells
we have escaped
and we will be born
from their iron cells
new people with a new cry
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from For a Lady of Pleasure Now Retired

and it was cold
on the elevator that morning
when i spoke to her and foolishly asked
how are you
she smiled and tilted her head
at least, i said, the sun is
shining
and her eyes smiled
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from I Want to Sing

i need i swear to loll
about the sun
and have it smelt me
the ionosphere carrying
my ashes all
the way over
to your pillow
i want you
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from Life Cycles

she realized
she wasn't one
of life's winners
when she wasn't sure
life to her was some dark
dirty secret that
like some unwanted child
too late for an abortion
was to be borne
alone
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from Rituals

wedding rituals have always intrigued me
and i'd swear to friends i wouldn't say goddamn not even
once no matter what neither would i give a power
sign but would even comb my hair severely
back and put that blue shit under my eyes
i swear i wanted to be in a wedding
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Housecleaning

i always liked house cleaning
even as a child
i dug straigtening
the cabinets
putting new paper on
the shelves
washing the refrigerator
inside out
and unfortunately this habit has
carried over and i find
i must remove you
from my life

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