Black & Kinky Amongst Brown Waves


napowrimo, 28 of 30
May 2, 2017, 9:30 pm
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it bleeds
(c) 2017 by margaux delotte-bennett

when i cut it
it bleeds crimson
metallic
fortified & sanguine

when i cut it
my knife snags
rough entry
jagged edge
screaming where resistance
remains

when i cut it
there is order
chopping through
without apology
lacking remorse
determined to sever
& slice

when i cut it
it bleeds

beet greens.

it’s what’s for dinner.

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Napowrimo, 27 of 30
May 1, 2017, 10:09 pm
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poetry month has ended, but I have a few more piece to write and share…

along the path
(C) 2017 by margaux delotte-bennett

sweating my prayers
is an option
is a choice
is knees bent
in anticipation
of a stretch &/ or jump
up & out of static space

I keep pace with the
drips & drops that
won’t stop leaving

my shell is heaving my spirit
out & through

no longer planted
stillness does not serve me in this life

I must be moved

sweat must lead me
to the divine



napowrimo, 26 of 30
April 26, 2017, 11:51 pm
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in auntie’s arms
(c) 2017 by margaux delotte-bennett

years have passed
since you worked to fit you budding frame
neatly into my armpit

it felt like origami
the way you folded and creased
into the side of me

i was at once
auntie and chair
comfort and cushion
the side of your cheek
against my bosom

i intuitively knew how you felt

because I too
had deep sighed myself
into an auntie clutch
an auntie squish
an i don’t quite fit but yet i do
because i love you
and this is space
only you have been saving
for only me



napowrimo, 25 of 30
April 26, 2017, 10:52 pm
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eight ways of looking at intimacy
(c) 2017 by margaux delotte-bennett

I.
i talk with you in my head
and you answer me via text.
regularly.
i laugh because i always know that it’s you.

II.
on the phone you complained your knee
was in terrible pain.
i was calling from the emergency room
with a ruptured patella tendon in my left knee.

III.
we used to have a two person book club.
light on the book, but heavy on the club
as we talked and laughed
and talked some more.

IV.
our artist dates always lead to
deeper creativity.
carving out time and
sharing space helps
our artistry thrive.

V.
you come to my house
and claim space in my bed. i have
an extra room
but you would feel like you were
exiled in the sticks.

VI.
having tea parties
for hours
is just something we do.
we don’t see each other much
but maximize the time were given.

VII.
your yarn and wool creations
can be found scattered
throughout my house.
Here a heart, a scarf over there
a starfish on top of a crate.

VIII.
when i or someone i know
is in need of prayer,
you are the first person i call.
your petitions always seem to
resolve it all.



napowrimo, 24 of 30
April 25, 2017, 10:06 pm
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mama obama clerihew
(c) 2017 by margaux delotte-bennett

michelle obama
was the white house first mama
being both gentle and stern
serving up quick looks that could burn!



napowrimo, 23 of 30
April 25, 2017, 9:59 pm
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the theme for the day was radical vulnerability and exploring life in the middle…

images

middle mothering
(c) 2017 by margaux delotte-bennett

I am in the middle of a mothering journey

betwixt queer, barren auntie and bountiful full house
no spouse
enough to feed and be fed
books a plenty to read and be read

a plan of action
a goal
a silent prayer I have and hold as I take to bed the vision of my life
never a millionaire
not necessarily a wife
but always a mother

and though unclear if the little one will come to or through
I stand here in the middle lands
as I wait for you



napowrimo, 22 of 30
April 23, 2017, 3:27 pm
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how water works
© 2017 by margaux delotte-bennett

when I talk to you
I cry
just like when I visit holy places
or when I’m at a loss for words
and even poetry fails me

the tears never come all at once
just trickle
then stream
a coming apart at the seams of
I’m fine
it’s ok

today it happened again
and like a familiar friend
I welcomed the release
made space to piece
myself back into
a whole

with no sure origin
or cause
the weeping ends
soon after it starts
with a pause of breath
sacred yet
strained

is it latent sorrow drained?
unrequited pain?
excess water needing to escape
again?