Poems from Shamaliane
In April 2009, you left this world
to me. And at the time, I didn't know
who I wanted
to be. The sadness crept up my leg,
a snake,...
if you don’t want me to wave, to wonder
why every night you stand solemnly beside
a 70’s beige couch,a couch
that was probably carried...
and let you crawl onto my back,
like dogs mounting.
I picked you.
I picked you up
and carried you
to Dallas, to Paris, to heaven
and hell...
I try to drive
with punctured tires,
what good is air
if you can’t plug
the hole.
Every moment is tender-
loins for the eating,
loins for the wearing.
We carry moments
on our backs like shirts
we refuse to wash.
We...