THE TWENTY SECOND YEAR

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UNCHAINING, OR ARS POETICA
I.
AT THE END OF THE TWENTY FIRST YEAR
IN THE MORNING
THE TWENTY SECOND YEAR
DESPERATION STUDY
THE DEAD GRANDMOTHER POEM
HISTORY OF STARVING CANINES
AN INTERPRETATION
A SYNONYM
MY MOTHER ASKS ME IF SOMETHING IS WRONG
PERSISTENCE
THE WANTING
II.
VITAL NECESSITY
THE MISEDUCATION OF THE NEGRO
UNTITLED HAIKU
FROM BIRTH, JEZEBEL
FIRST DECLARATION
A SYNONYM
WE HUNT WE THIRST WE HUNGER
PROCLAMATION 95
POSSESSIONS
'COLORED' :: 'PERSON OF COLOR'
TO SPEAK FROM THE WOUND
THE LAST TEST
SELF-PORTRAIT AS MOSES TURNING AWAY FROM A BURNING BUSH
III.
BLESS THE COLOR
WE ARE ALL JUST TINY FISH WANTING TO FEEL WARM
THE TWENTY SECOND YEAR
PETITION
SELF-PORTRAIT AS REVELATION
YOUR THINGS, OUR THINGS, MY THINGS
SATURDAY EVENING
IV.
BORN NONWHITE AND WOMAN
SPEAKING OF ORIGINS
WHAT A GIRL WANTS/WHAT A GIRL NEEDS
UNTITLED HAIKU
A POETRY OF SPITE
AFTER BEAUTY BY SOLMAZ SHARIF
POLITE HUNGER
AMERICAN POETRY
AMERICAN FICTION
NOTES

MY FATHER IS NOT A POET

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I am a poem started by my mother,
given to my father who claimed
he would finish me.
He hasn't picked up a pen
in years.

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