ft. Audre Lorde
In front of the oiled anatomical heart, its wings hooked.
A plush emerald curtain, drawn. Dragons shouldn’t weep
on a third date in front of inanimate objects, I know, but
nothing is really inanimate in art. Crying love, in tongues
of false thunder. If my body is a nation—and by body I mean
my black queer pussy, it’s phantom and light—is a paperweight
pressing a constitution like a new shirt. Or a constitution, who
like Homer, pushes me from coast to coast until, eventually.
I am thrown from the edge.
Master of Your Make-Believe
I spoke into the chamber of myself, and took back the derecho of my name.
The goal then. Supremacy natural. As ritual. Longing a kissed thing. Which supposition.
Exhausted question. Or none. Not if or if that then. Imagination arrogant. With fear. It takes a
village to. Survive and confuse it with. Living. A history hellbent. Erasing. Burning. The state of
nothings. All things. Inference. Blank an unblanked breathing. Snuffed. Made ditch worthy,
suffocated armature. Pressed. Limp. A fact blurred, the lie. The syllogism seared, inescapable.
Can’t body future. Body past participle. Bagged. Typed over. Tinctured. In the molecule. Drink.
Drink. Drunk. Hungover and echoed. Steered into then. Steel of it. Industrial soaked. Thirst.
Fatigue being the only word swelled beneath my tongue, I drank until each bud was plump. Spit-
burst and slurring, I begged the next familiar lover. I am trying to unsee the need to be desired.
Deny this country another glass of wine. I plate a whole bird, slathered in salt and butter. I wear
my good dress and heels, tits perched as high as the crisped, brown breasts of this feast. And
won’t you try to ride me into your horizon of longing? Until the greatness of me is swallowed up
by the receding light? Out there, you keep your ideologies of God alabaster and dew-glistened.
You dream of me. You hate your mouth for its water.
But if we go, we go together.
ARICKA FOREMAN’s work has appeared in The Drunken Boat, Minnesota Review, RHINO, Day One, shuffPoetry, The James Franco Review, THRUSH, Vinyl Poetry, pluck!, and Please Excuse This Poem: 100 New Poems for the Next Generation by Viking Penguin, among others. She is the author of Dream With A Glass Chamber (YesYes Books, 2016) and is the Art co-editor at The Offing.