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doing penance (from a dream)I never grew up, I was the one who stayed
Down in the limestone quarry to spend my mind.
Little, brittle as mouse rib combs;
I couldn't wanderlust til it felt like home.
In the stone-bone white of that morning sky
I took my mattress by the sides and I
Slept in that red brick corner under the eaves;
rain dripping from my hair into my hands.
I've winters under my pillows,
And frosts in crooks of my elbows.
I'm doing penance for losing;
My knuckles taking a bruising.
Coyote shadows floating above the road,
And in the drenching moonlight, let my eyes close.
But there's a jolt like pulling teeth with a thread;
Like breaking old wine bottles against my shins.
You pulled my hair with a vice grip
And told me I didn't want this.
So I'm doing penance for losing;
This corner's taking a bruising
habari njema - from the lips of bright strangers
you can lick your lips all you want, they'll stay just as chapped as in the valley.
all the children covered you, dripping from your sides and fingers
with skinny scabbed legs the color of mud three inches deep sunk.
you came with the dark rain, breathing fields of mile-high maize and sugar cane.
the children named you for the harvest time; "nekeza" was in their mouths behind the dancing...
the month of june was written on your hands and feet and the sun was green behind your eyelids.
would you let yourself be sown? your toes and shins and knees
could be the roots of a nation, blossoming between your lips.
the words you speak will be twisted, growing taller than your body
then plucked by dirty fingers, dirty hands. you can lick your lips all you want
with a tongue just as parched, because in the valley you gave yourself away,
and your words will feed the village; so keep singing your sugar cane songs.
in agony that you'll never know
the beautiful adventures we embarked on
the nights we spent entangled
the rosy hush and limbic blush
all the dreamer, never the dream
and so much was lost to the heart
to the soul of what you are
and the lights you're blooming under
why the ice that so easily melted
when your love was bare
just as easily froze again at the turn
of your bone-cold shoulders
my heart, you will never know
how i've bled with you and cried for you
and imagined myself to be your protector
your lover, your strength and your resting place
to see you sweetly tied up in his arms
this is nature like an infant pressed to the womb
mourning the loss of her once-home
you will never see with eyes like mine
lover, i will stand here by you
dreaming with you, smiling with you
and you will never have to be
burdened by the wounded truth
that i love the young wonder.
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