nail hard
Alongside Kara Walker’s “Wokey Wokey,” 2021
— as i was saying
your
(idea of) death ain’t mine(s)
i(’ll) sprout any how
(flourish!)
your rot flesh don’t make me no
(ting) never mind
— s t r e t c h —
not too long
(just) long enough (just)
dark(ish) grow(th)
hard as illusion(s)
and furthermore —
Notes:
This poem is part of the portfolio “Kara Walker: Back of Hand.” View all artwork from the portfolio, including the one this poem is alongside, or read the rest of the portfolio in the April 2024 issue.
Source:
Poetry
(April 2024)
