USOP

Solitude Ain't Loneliness

Say for instance you're a girl/ but citified/ a hard sister like to keep her eyes open when she f---s/ & carries weapons for the urban night creatures on the prowl/ Say you ain't got no Freudian thing/ but you packing none the less: your mucous is acid your anger on a leash & can't no wish from the mouth of a warm eyed lover make you blink Before the girl mist can enter you/ before you ever cop a feminine buss/ & blow the urban rust out your uterus you got to clear house you got to clean out all the greasy fuzz/ left behind by the rat pack lot of ex lovers You got to celibate/ in silence & wait & wait for a red blush to rise up a sparkling rush as radical as your first blood as muscular as your momma's hands in soapy water cold as the shock of the first breath the earth blew into your lungs The black sky wants your ass purified & clear enough to release this city's fear free enough to close your eyes go inside & hear her.
Michélle
T.
Clinton


Design based on The United States of Poetry book from Harry N. Abrams, Inc.