Jul 29, 2016
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West Indian Day Dreams
Poems from a distant shore
One:
1.
I’ve never seen the sea,
never laid in a white sand beach,
or swam in its clear waters.
Yet I carry its heaviness
in my belly and my throat
know its weight of being birthed
from a skull and gourd,
with it seashells,
turtles, starfish,
bloated bodies, disease
fear.
2.
I’ve only been in love once
maybe twice,
but the fish in my heart
twists nervously
at the smell of whiskey,
cinnamon, and incense
and twirls madly at the thought
of another sad, soft girl
slipping through fingers like water
memories hammering at its body
like waves
overcoming her,
these salt-ridden reminders
of when affection felt like drowning.
I stare reluctant at tumultuous waters
and stay at shore,
unsure.
