after Corregidora
my veins are centuries meeting
a portuguese song
a black song
blue
Kentucky croon
not a portuguese song
Ella, Mamie, Ma Rainey
song of the past sung
palmares hummed
in consequence
Bessie, Ethel, Trixie
he made us
make love to anyone
my whole body knew
it wanted you
couldn’t love anyone
a girl
with tears for eyes
and a whole world down there
a meeting
of centuries
Issue Section:
POETRY
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