Today's poem is by Anne Barngrover
If l Start Talking About It Now I Won't Stop Hollering
A man once told me sweetness
was the highest quality a womancould own then put my name
down as Trouble in his phone.And here I've gone
and said too much already,for this is the country of fat
threading through muscle,the land that bleeds corn syrup
and brown rivers that flowin directions I can never
recall. Stop speaking. Now smile.This is how you keep
a story from being toldmothers teach daughters
what knowledge they writein bloodlines and what they must
trace into silt or wet snow,each letter erasing itself as soon
as it's exposed. I have learnedthat sweetness is love
thrown back in my face.I have spread a map across
my knees and dreamt of allthe places I could flee
the better states (not manyafter all) with better laws
(my body still not my bodywherever the corn oil sun
rises and falls) and then I sawa picture of myself as if
from afar listening againto your endless white boy
search for Godoh, there'sthe God in your weekly
poker game, God in yourgrandfather's barn, God
in your goddamn manifestoon human consciousness,
God in your marriageto a much younger girl
who believes you've hungthe moon, and there's God
in your painted bedroom,God in the bleakest heart
of your coldest Midwesternwoodswhere any woman
would be a fool to go alonethe God who has been there
for you all along, who wasmade to look like you,
who never wanted me.They tell me, Trouble,
let down your hair. Use it to hideyour eyes. Tell me how,
then, do I still see shameas it courses through
the aching silence of lineage,this rusted river that stains
its color on my hands?
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Copyright © 2018 Anne Barngrover All rights reserved
from Brazen Creature
University of Akron Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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