Three Poems by Nikia Chaney

akh

 

you are searching for some mama lesson she
must have left for you spank or silent be good
even an arabic word akh all mangled to catch
feet stretch the bouquet between four broken
arms where now this glass could have been
a hunger as plastic as a brown child on tv opening
her mouth to catch acid rain the way you all
tend to look away even you you born a girl
the silence here the mirror spraypainted in
dehydration neglect belief where there are
doves and vowels for this cathedrals you know
leafless dogma you can always peruse to make
sense of your own cowardice refusal to embrace
that boy inside remember those hard black
heels dress stiff as back teeth lace and bow and
how you walked on leather lace your legs
closed to hide the slit of a smile because it is
good being soft easier to wait until the moment
when all of this be so much ameen

what is this women ceding human wanting giving thing

 

 

III
the definition of it is a strip small cotton or grass and water through the holes in our skin
it is not to be handled lightly without some clear sound a small body getting sticky shine her she
is peeling layers of cloth from her mouth her elbows bent inwards color eating hair slicked
cold the bare black feet the sigh of after all that convulsion and my sternum dusted with manna
squirm and rest chin and warm

 

IV
perhaps its on             the spectrum
……a coin             first yellow                 then…………………..begonia               blush
….spoils of it                        jelly                edges controlling
…………………..slick cheek                 my nipples
…………………………………………spilling forth burlywood
……..sacs to catch
…………her one chore               want her mouth
…………………………….all bony ridge………………….to eat                 of me              all of her

I

This weight
Must be muscle
And bone
This dampness must
Be Kernel berry
Or Spore our spines
Some fiber a god
Coils into
Strip as fragile as
Thread a notion
Oozy with fevid
Humping him teasing
The rightness of
Mess us
Wreathed what
Stranger does
He place
Inside
What
Cure will
He leave

II

fingers
…..flex or pinch
up towards an out
………..my ball of navel
………orange ballooned as
…….what must be segmented
………It is joint capillary weft
…………..warping its stone core
……………………past sternum or intent
………………….we dance my baby girl
………………..waddling from one room
……………….to one crux the nub of it
…………..candle counting sweat wax
……………..pillow tossed pain to get
………………….Given and soon and drift
…………………And curl and weave

 

oh didn’t they tell us we would all have new names when we decided to convert?

 

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