[from Terrance Hayes's Hip Logic, 2002]
Lorde
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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