Today I have grief for breakfast— reach my tongue
out of my mouth & lick
my own tears. I’m keeping the whole of me.
I call up a friend and we talk about black
woman paradise— somewhere between starshine
We lay there undead rest in the peace of knowing
nothing here wants us unalive. Today I want to play Thee Stallion
but play Nina instead miss Simone hums something about hanging
fruit bodies. She harvests me kisses the noose burns off my neck.
Today I get my acrylics real long: stiletto neon green— strut
out of the nail salon grinning at admirers yeah I’m alive
& blooming. I fashion my mouth
to shoot arrows:
No— you can’t have my body no— I’ll die on my own terms.
I still ain’t learned to swim but I’m bikini clad sipping
on something fruity
& sweet getting all parts of me wet. I take two
lovers to bed— the three of us tangled into a black
church. We worship our god loud & unashamed she’s a living
god we are living we are alive with mouths agape in want.
Today I am a black woman venerated being loved out loud
& I’m loving black women back to life.
Loving black women back
to life today I’m loud in my veneration.
I am a black woman in want
mouth agape yelling we are alive we are living god!
We are alive
& unashamed worship a tangled worship.
We bloom into a green thing a church of three & all parts
of us are wet yeah, we’re alive & grinning
our mouths into arrow-words:
Yes— you can have our bodies no— we’ll die on our own terms.
Today I’m all neck— a hanging fruit body
reaching for miss Simone & Thee Stallion
is there too rapping something about being sweet
like suga & we’re all undead. We’re three & naked covered in starshine
we are black we are black women we are black women in black woman
paradise alive & whole. Today we are whole
reach our tongues out of our mouths lick our own tears.