2 Timothy 1:7
After Terrance Hayes
I come from a spirit of fear, one that
God once rebuked when we prayed,
Afraid of La Llorona, the woman who wandered the streets in search of
Children, of the tart scent of tequila, of men I’d see in the dark.
Of wasps, iron maidens, being executed, displaced spirits,
And of being kicked out for good.
They say I was supposed to get us out of Texas, that there was a grandmother in my body.
They say I stole things from the ground and hid them in dressers, that I spoke Spanish in
my sleep.
I come from pulling teeth, from
The dirty feeling you get when you see someone undressed and look again. I never knew
why I couldn’t wear that
Dress, or those socks. I come from knots,
Tied with cherry stems, by bleeding tongues. There’s a room in Arlington where the ghosts
of my father’s conquests seep into the walls.
My faith lives with them. No windows, only lamps.
They say they would give me jewelry each time we paid a visit, souvenirs.
God may not have kept count,
But I did. I come from the bracelets of women I’ll never see again,
From their sheets, their benighted daughters.
I come from a street of pagans, of stray cats, of hookah parlors.
I come from needles in the yard, from the bible bookmarked with a fortune slip.
There was a corner my mother banished me to
When the thunder rumbled inside our house, when it rained Clase Azul, and hailed dimes.
There was a corner,
Washington Ave, Carlock St, where a panther leapt onto a roof, 2252. I come from its
growl, from the breeze that rustled its whiskers, from the crunch of bottles I kicked while I
waited, and
Waited. I will wear that dress and those socks while I wait, shed those jewels that aren’t
mine, I will take the treasures out, one by one, and return them to the earth. I will wander
the streets as a child, look men in the eyes under the pallor of the moon. I come from
contradictions, and thieves.
I come not from a spirit of fear, but of
Power, love, and of a sound mind.
From Finch Kramer: A lover of language and tears, both morose and joyful. She also writes poems sometimes!