NYU Black Renaissance Noire Fall 2015 Volume 15.2 | Page 18
By
THYLIAS
MOSS
A First Response to Tuning Forker Gyrl
for Mr. Higginson
by Adorabilis 1
My alpha and omega poem
braided into my hair
that falls into the poem like breezes,
that falls into you
acrobatic atmospheres
homecoming, prom
this poem
these bosons of alphabet
form my prom, my graduation,
valedictory address, where I live now, really
live, as if for the first time
(inside you)
my sense of direction, elevation
slow home-cooked meal
—poetry food—
indulgence, cure for every disease
including religion: church of me,
apron, radon shield,
spikes of hair, double helixes of braids,
words of the poem expand, latch
onto proteins of my hair, food poetry
chromosomes of a new child incubating
in margins: complete peptides
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perfect matches, IDEAL genetic codes