I have added grits to barely black pots in fall. After hearing a blues melody of debris and gauze, a woman and her dog. My half-southern heart is a brew shaped like daffodils. My half-southern heart is full of names shaped like smiles.
The best cooking pots on the stove’ s front left eye takes all the ugly and all the song. I have thickened grits with butter in winter. After realizing I want to make love to a body built for war, but has no need for war. I have filled a plate in spring with grits and mushrooms. Or my mother’ s salmon patties that taste like an eclipse. Or catfish dropped off by Frankie J. Because he always has his hat turned to the side. I have sat on cartons, stoops, lawn chairs, sofa arms and kitchen tables filled with napkin holders and fake succulents.
I have spooned up years of grown folks business while keeping company with the moon.-
DARK
Written by Black Girls Glow Performed by Ms. Fu and BGG
Do you speak of a dark that robs eyes— or the one that robs minds? Do you speak of the one that lives— or the one that spans time? Do you speak of the dark where the boogieman lives— or the one that shaped him?