It is too early
and the tea has burned my tongue,
extinguishing all taste of you.
The moment before colour
suspends on a breeze
at the curtain
and I imagine you dream of me.
But it is morning already
and I know the sharpness of day
will have erased all softness
from your arms,
you will be once more all angles
for me to bruise myself on.
You will wake with a sigh,
with wanting and need,
with no pleasure tugging at lips.
I will melt into the day
to avoid your frowns and hurried steps,
too cowardly in the bright of day
to slow you with a kiss, a smile.
I know all this before you stir
to break the silence
of morning tea.
He say
de pickney not his
how is only
boy child
he does make
just watch
Reesie and Etta
and that girl for Pedro,
all boys,
so how this girl
could be his?
He say he not
goin' mind
no girl child,
that is
woman's job.
They say Bequia have fruit fly
and St. Vincent ain't got none.
Miss Palma pick de red plum dem
to carry St. Vincent
same like always
to sell.
But they stop she on the wharf
say how Bequia have fruit fly
and none dey in St. Vincent
and to please and thank you
keep de fruit fly.
Johnny! she say.
Johnny say Bequia got fruit fly
and dey ain't get none,
so no fruit on boat
to spread the fruit fly!
But, she say,
is since when fly need boat
to go anywhere?
Our little church by the sea
had paintings on the wall of
a Jesus in a dress.
This Jesus had broken jars
next to bare feet,
and I hoped he didn't cut himself.
And this Jesus had grapes and wine
while on our beaches
we had rum.
Imagine this Jesus walking on water
that look just like ours
but seemed so foreign and far away.
This Jesus was a fisher of men,
most likely because he had the wrong clothes
for fish.
Daddy say when the moon big and roun'
is because it eat the stars close by.
And is true for real
because if you look close
you goin' see
no stars dey.
Daddy say when the moon skinny,
and only piece dey,
the moon ain't eat
and hungry for so,
watch plenty stars close to it.
But Daddy say the moon only foolin' dem stars
with skinny belly so,
because you done know
he is a greedy fella
and goin' gobble
all those stars
inching across the sky.
Your aim was good,
but not that good.
So when your marble
managed to hit from so far
we all cried
'fluke!
flukes, man, flukes!'
with triumphant grins,
as if we had all made
that shot.
And when your harpoon,
later
pierced that whale
nobody remarked on your luck
because your hand was steady
your aim was good,
everyone's grin triumphant.
But one time
with my binoculars on the hill
when I saw those tails
break the surface
and the spouts confirm
the breath of life
instead of shouting
'blows man, blows!'
to alert you
I smiled and whispered
'flukes man, flukes'
and never told a soul.
I have lost the alphabet
in the face of a stranger
this secret surges inside of me
lips conspiring to keep it down
teeth flashing only the moon
in quick slips of desperation
there is an ocean of words
breaking against the shore of my tongue
but they have lost their footing
and I swallow them whole
I have lost the alphabet
in the face of a stranger
but I will wait to tell them
Who all God give ears must hear by Danteholic, literature
Literature
Who all God give ears must hear
Who all God give ears must hear
Hot sun is the punishment
For those who have ears
But don’ listen.
Sister say
If you can’ hear you goin feel.
But Marisol, it seems,
Is not only deaf,
But thick skinned as well.
She claim her muddah does beat harder,
Than Sister with her tamarind switch,
And she only returns to her seat
With defiance burning her eyes.
And when the sun hot
And no breeze comin' through the open door,
Sister can’ be bothered
To beat sense into anyone, so
Hot sun is the punishment
For those who have ears
But don’ listen.