
For Unto Us a Child Is Born
I’m floating there in water ankle deep
I’m figuring out how to breathe
I feel warm water just a drippin on my feet
I feel mother’s full breast on my cheek
I cannot yet see
I smell slippery skin that bleeds
I taste it, taste saliva as she speaks,
“You, Baby, are all i need”
Trying Not to Deny Crying
The rooster crows to my surprise before the sun rose
An Angel Appears
And I’m scared as fuck
He says, “everyone’s spending too much time in cars,
Everyone’s got bibles tucked under their arms,
Everyone’s speaking in prosaic language but calling it poetry”
I go, “what do you mean?”
And He says, “do you not believe me?”
“No I do, but like, what does that mean? Why are you telling me this?”
He fingerspells a name then leaves with my voice
I try to cry out
I clap my hands in prayer and move them up and
Down, up and down, up and down
My Cry
Give me the body of a dove
Fill me with the spirit of love
See to it we never go without
Surprise (Reprise)
I wasn’t
Crying
Because
I was
Wrong,
I was
Crying
Because
You were
Right and
Knew all
Along
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MD lives in South Carolina.
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