Dancing (in bed) with White men (with dreads)

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Danez Smith - Non-Music, Poetry (Literature)

Dancing (in bed) with White men (with dreads)

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Forgive me Audre Lorde, I have sinned but we both could give a damn about that. Forgive me Lorde, the master's tools brought my house down. I begged him with my own hands. I've been floorboards, wing nuts & slow blues at his pale hard feet, his full moon flesh my new moon flesh, waxed nights of bloodcandles, wince, grazing teeth & no history until morning, ruined by his glued, yarned experiment at our natural, his braided unwashed attack against our tentacled blaze is pulled sugar to my mouth. Lorde, he doesn't know how long it takes to look the mirror in the eye, love what the world won't. Lorde, forgive me for not grabbing the shears, forgive me the night I let him stay in my bed after he said race wasn't real, for harboring him in our earth caked skin & not making him walk to the store, around the store, drive anywhere while he was covered in our brown bright hand-me-down. Lorde, there are brown boys I never called back, sweet as God, gorgeous sun descended men, perfect & plump but none of them made me fail as joyous, none of them so undid my spine's subtle tension, I don't want to tell you none of them went to college, but it's true. Lorde, we just didn't relate past our hued past & isn't that what uppity people say? Is the new spelling of my name T-O-M? Does it matter anymore? I want to tell you about the president, but not what some say about him. I don't want to tell you about being 4 & playing with white barbies, about going to college in a small town, about rent & the men who paid it for a while, their wrinkling ghosting bodies, about who lives in Brooklyn, about Chicago & how she bled, and that Davis boy or how ain't nothing changed & nothing hasn't, this half dream world, good enough utopia, & still, his hair. Lorde, what is your word? He's in my bed, dreads splayed, taking up too much space. Audre, gravity is pulling me everywhere. I sit on the edge, if I fall, I not sure where I'll go.

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  • Danez Smith