15 May 2007

Terrance Hayes

[from Terrance Hayes's Hip Logic, 2002]


Walking our boundaries
We arrived at my mother's island

We entered silence

We have no passions left to love
We were born in a poor time

What am I ready to lose
What anger in my hard-won bones

What hues lie in the slit
When a mask breaks
When love leaps from my mouth

Who are you
Without expectation

Hip Logic (National Poetry Series)

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