[No one can say]
Uche Nduka
No one can say
you didn't rock me
till my heart broke
into radiance.
Waiting for lightning
your pleasure
gave me my measure.
The island bit down
hard on garlic
as we rubbed our genitals
on the words
of a song.
We set sail
on softness that
sustained our passages.
from the book BAINBRIDGE ISLAND NOTEBOOK / Roof Books
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Christian Gullette on Grief's Layers

"Defying expectations that a poem should convey a single feeling in a very direct way actually amplifies and elevates the tensions. Grief can make me want to look away or deny or crave pleasure. Sometimes all at once, with no real resolution. That resistance feels very personal and from the heart to me; elegies, like the eponymous poem in the collection, can contain a jarring mixture of joy, beauty, horror, and silent loneliness tempered with ambivalences about how to feel."

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