The World Falls Away
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Wanda Coleman
Wanda Coleman—poet, storyteller and journalist—was born and raised in South Central Los Angeles. Coleman was awarded the prestigious 1999 Lenore Marshall Poetry Prize for Bathwater Wine from the American Academy of Poets, becoming the first African-American woman to ever win the prize, and Mercurochrome was a bronze-medal finalist for the 2001 National Book Award for Poetry. Wicked Enchantment: Selected Poems was the first new collection of her work since her death in 2013.
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The World Falls Away - Wanda Coleman
I. VISITATIONS & SIGHTINGS
THEY ABANDON THE SEARCH FOR FEDERICO
how fitting
that the moon-ridden bones of a poet
should prove illusive in the fall of day
avoiding discovery by nose or suspicion
evading the public relations celebrations
of notorious times
how fitting
that the savviest of archeologists
and historians could not disturb
decades of rest, the somnambulate remains
of a rebel wordsmith/a seeker of men, a seeker
of the ultimate freedom
how fitting
what did they expect to find?
the decayed hips of ironic roses?
the yawning intellect slipping into
sack-inspired siestas on humid Andalusian
afternoons? the somber remainders
of a New York skyline? the ice-cold eyes
of lovers frosted over with failed romance?
the sanguineous leaves of unread confessions?
the expelled cartridges of redolent betrayal?
what did they expect to find?
that moment when one particular world
concluded? or the final notes of a paean
to the unknown?
grave, grave, i want you grave … .
ON CLEANING UP ALL THESE ASHES IN THE SAND
—for Ian Wayne after E. E. Miller
1.
What if I told you Rappaccini also had a son?
Would you believe me?
2.
During Indian summer 1955, I decided to live life sidewise—
head pointing to Manhattan, heart in the West.
3.
My father takes me to Disneyland. He tells me America
rises from a sea of blood. Learn to cry while you laugh.
4.
When I was a teenager, I was mother's keeper.
I disappeared from the kitchen to make history.
5.
What is the difference between revolution and resolution?
None.
6.
I learned retard intonation with a Dixie twang.
Colorism makes clowns of us all.
7.
I taught Malcolm X how to fix a hex.
Not everyone loves fingering on improper pianos.
8.
A lifetime of playing to empty auditoriums
ignites a raging fire of intellect and verbosity.
9.
Diane Arbus lent me her eyes.
I consulted my I Ching and found a world missing.
10.
White teeth and a big smile.
Melodrama rides on my tongue.
11.
Fame made me an unknown woman.
I don't get paid for describing misery. I don't get paid.
12.
Let me explain about Mami Wata.
That will tell you why I'm here and not there.
13.
How long will I survive Los Angeles sans moolah?
I'm holding my breath. Keep counting.
14.
Connubial love is a slow roast over hot wood
while dancing from a noose. No escape.
15.
Mother died three years ago.
She has been trying to reach me in my sleep.
16.
There is no poison I have not swallowed.
I have known blackness.
DOLLS (3)
plastic succubae, they haunted my childhood sleep—those
throbless creatures with odd necks that snapped or crumbled
when thrown from the bed or bashed with a hammer
and i would wake into the welcoming dark, relieved
for those rosy-cheeked specters with fingers that would not part
had vanished and i could will myself to better dreams, forget
those blank voids that caused me cringings—for although
i could not appreciate death, i understood not living
THE ESSENTIAL FLAVORS OF THE FINITE
garlic onion sea
"taste your food before
you salt it," Mama snapped
from the kitchen doorway
where she stood at the stove
at the dining room table her
starving brood surrounded their plates,
having just rushed in from playing
baseball, dodge ball, hide-and-seek,
and jacks with neighbor kids
the saltiness of our youth rolled
from our thick scalps, along slender
glistening arms and down our backs,
wetting and staining our T-shirts
one by one, spoons in left hands, we
reached for the shaker with our rights as
it passed hand-to-hand while grace
was hastily said then jokes were cracked
while snow-white crystals melted into
homemade goodness. no sooner
was a fresh platter or steamy bowl
set before us than the salt resumed
rotations
to settle into the flesh of our futures
encouraging the urge to have and eat more
and we were unmindful of the excess or
the damages to come
while Mama forever warned from
the kitchen, Put that shaker down!
garlic onion sea
NOTHING TO TAKE BACK
i have never lost the night
candle wax. a chorus of witches on the brew
i own it, it owns me
(as i slow for security check, the ancient one who guards by day
inspects the pass on my windshield through sun-baked squints,
tells me last night someone stole my car!
)
night things: a stippled stallion full gallop through moonless glade
the shadow arms of Joshuas raised in prayer
tumbleweed burning against the horizon
the movement of invisibles on back trails
as a child i heard it in the cry of the puma
as a mother i smelled it on the breath of my dying boy
as a lover it penetrates and sates my longings
it shapes my temperament colors my destiny
i have never lost the night. it lives under my table,
guides me through a gallery of pains, dogs my moves
as i swoop the merciless roads
i will never lose the night. it will always say
you're beautiful
i am it, it is me
it will always