For May Ayim (1960-1996)
I collect the fossils. You got 2 seconds to gather up your things.
The drop off point is diaspora. We got a lot of strange blues now,
feelin I want to thank someone but don't want to thank G.O.D.
Sprinkling around hybrid seeds. Didn't mean you Monsanto!
From ghetto to bougie to posh to untouchable. Shoes that hurt
in the evening after standing together as company underlings.
Walking on black & white eggshells. The turquoise trenchant
from that FEMA relief when the stigmata is as stable as $$$
I want to live to be a bodacious old lady in a lapis housedress
watering my geraniums. Got two babies lighter than my winter
skin so folks look when we go out sideway highway type away.
Drinking from the cerulean anthropocene. In the Driftless bush
by a love that is not America, sometimes I gotta bless myself
Nikki Wallschlaeger's work recently has been featured in P-Queue, The Enemy, The Brooklyn Rail, LIT & others. She is the author of the full-length collection Houses (Horseless Press 2015) as well as the graphic chapbook I Hate Telling You How I Really Feel from Bloof Books. You can reach her here at www.nikkiwallschlaeger.com.