BROWN BODY
i will try to find
any corner
to hide my
freedom
behind this
supposed
ugly
brown
body.
to stretch my
skin over wood
and call it
the
greatest
abstract
painting
in existence.
this body is not
understood,
devoting this
outgrown
organ with
scars, rashes,
bumps, birth-
marks,
fever-ridden
disease,
like the
sunset placed
camp on this
body and
overdue it’s
stay.
this body has
seen rebirth,
between these
armpits and
these toes,
between those
shoulder hairs
and that bump
in those hips.
that body of hers
may be special
but that body
won’t know
the rope
that swung
those bodies.
this body covers
acres of sunflower
seeds in hopes
of growing a
new future,
the fertilizer
includes
mango peels
tucked into
corn leaves
stuffed with
hay from
that bodies’
owner.
those bodies
sought new
soil, new
sandals,
new weather,
old rotten
fingernails,
medicine too
powerful to be
sold, but
nothing came to
them but
torn necks.
inside the
north end
of this body,
latent
boils sit under
this skin which
forgives the dried
dirt for not giving
this body food,
those hands that run
along propped-up
bars of steel which
clumsily vilify
unidentified bodies.
“we forgot there were
kids smiling in barbecue
post cards next to strange
fruit and hooded men.
sometimes, I forget how
hard it is to remember.”