Octavia McBride Ahebee Poems

Octavia McBride Ahebee Poems

1Against Myself
2Iron Market
3The Flower Of The Calabash

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The Flower Of The Calabash
I give you the curve of my back
contorted into C’s shape
supported by herring rods and cut vertebrate
in the crowded marché
of masks and walking sticks
and in between my perusal of mud cloth and talking drums
I clearly hear the march of your tuna cans,
your prosthesis of thrown away tin,
your in . . .
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Iron Market
Desiré arrives home
right before the moon falls into La Gonave
and the sun, coy, smelling of human waste,
ascends from its night visit into Port-au-Prince.

During these dawn raids into our home,
Desiré, my bon mari, is always drunk on bark beer
consumed not in a whole evening of empty revelry
but f . . .
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