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[calli_wulffe]

“What skulls do we drink from?”-A Discussion of Igbo Warrior Tradition


skulls
3.19.2007

my lips taste
the bitter
powdery edges
of your affections

palm wine i can
drink from your skull this
endearment is my
triumph
a victory

a title bead i
can add to my anklet
and it’s heavy


eyes
3.1.2007

with these eyes
(my eyes)
wide eyes
with black on blue

i see poems
in quicksilver water
and wind bowing through
trees that sounds like
waves - words twisting in leaves

i love my eyes
(abhor them)
and am frustrated
by their dullness
getting fuzzy around
the edges and
like this poem
just melting away


roots
2.27.2007

i settled my roots
in the soil (my mother)
and drank the
water there

i grew tall and
golden and smiled
at my father
but then it got dry

and i begged my father for rain
i needed the rain
and water
but it did not rain
and it did not rain
and i thought i
would never rain again

and the winds came
lifting my mother from
my roots to join
boiling clouds

and i curled
and i cried and
felt my roots forget
their thirst as they died



exercise in frustration
2.22.2007

this trial of meaning
is an exercise in frustration
salt rubbed into a bitten lip
and dirty glass across raw skin

the grit - the grit -
the grit of teeth
while tension builds
like tears behind eyes

breathe in
exhale
set your teeth harder
clench the fingers
into yielding flesh

feel the emotion
close your eyes
sigh - relax
and the pain passes