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T. Obatala Poem
A body now beseiged by man breasts,
I pull one out, the left one, the one
most vulnerable to your driving skills,
and not so much as try to make out with
myself in public but am looking to see
if I really can kiss my own nipple.
How far can I move this huge body around
in this tiny car? Will I be a good prostitute
in the next after? You see, it is going to be
a cruel winter, and I just want to see you laugh,
hard,one more time before the pieces between
the brain gives us instructions that have become
almost atavistic in its own memories. Horde
heavy clothing,wads of cash, pay bills sooner,
clean out your colon, love longer and harder.
This stunt is as close as I can try to leave
you something
anything
before i go.
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Nothing is left
but a little water,
some light.
It's what we see
when we look closer.
With a little dumb
luck, maybe some fire,
no, there are too few
embers to make anything of.
Nothing to wish upon.
All was dissolving with
the putting away of things.
The world doesn't work anymore.
Light doesn't burn.
Newspapers languish on porches.
Water is dark like a x-ray.
It is colder than usual.
Some of us run for our lives.
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There is this truth
when suddenly everything
becomes a matter of trust.
You have to trust this.
You have to trust that this truth
is as emhemeral and calming as your
certainty. You rise in the middle
of the night to gobble just a small
piece of your very own marrow to prove
that you are still here.
It doesn't taste anything like chicken.
Suddenly, you don't trust anything.
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Is my name
a comfortable music
in the mouth?
The silence is immense.
This year has left me swollen
with bitterness. Somewhere deep
within me, somewhere in the gallery
of important things, I have learned
only to taste sheer terror.
Whoever dreams of holding his life
into his fists, you love your life
too, too much.
Yo are cheating yourself.
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