Today I have grief for breakfast— reach my tongueout of my mouth & lickmy own tears. I’m keeping the whole of me.I call up a friend and we talk about blackwoman paradise— somewhere between starshine& clay. We lay there undead rest in the peace of knowingnothing here wants us unalive. Today I want to play Thee Stallionbut play Nina instead miss Simone hums something about hangingfruit bodies. She harvests me kisses the noose burns off my neck. Today I get my acrylics real long: stiletto neon green— strutout of the nail salon grinning at admirers yeah I’m alive& blooming. I fashion my mouthto shoot arrows:No— you can’t have my body no— I’ll die on my own terms. I still ain’t learned to swim but I’m bikini clad sippingon something fruity& sweet getting all parts of me wet. I take twolovers to bed— the three of us tangled into a blackchurch. We worship our god loud & unashamed she’s a livinggod we are living we are alive with mouths agape in want.Today I am a black woman venerated being loved out loud& I’m loving black women back to life. Loving black women backto life today I’m loud in my veneration.I am a black woman in wantmouth agape yelling we are alive we are living god!We are alive& unashamed worship a tangled worship.We bloom into a green thing a church of three & all partsof us are wet yeah, we’re alive & grinningour mouths into arrow-words:Yes— you can have our bodies no— we’ll die on our own terms. Today I’m all neck— a hanging fruit bodyreaching for miss Simone & Thee Stallion is there too rapping something about being sweetlike suga & we’re all undead. We’re three & naked covered in starshine& claywe are black we are black women we are black women in black womanparadise alive & whole. Today we are wholereach our tongues out of our mouths lick our own tears.
Grief for Breakfast: An Obverse
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“Grief for Breakfast: An Obverse” from The Maine Review, Issue 6.2
Copyright © 2020 by Honora Ankong
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Honora Ankong is a queer Cameroonian-American poet. She is currently a Virginia Tech MFA in poetry candidate. Her works exist in and explore the liminal space where her identities intersect. She writes to expand narratives of Blackness, immigration, displacement, and queerness. Her works can be found at Lolwe, Mineral Lit, Glass, The Maine Review, and storySouth. She has work forthcoming in the Peregrine Journal.
She can be found at Twitter at @Honooraa and her website is https://www.honoraankong.com/
Issue 6.2 / September 2020
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