Issue 13: Rebellious Joy

Products of a Revolution

Poetry

In 1973 a black boy / was murdered on / my Mother’s birthday

Lamar Complex

Rememberance

In 1973 a black boy
was murdered on
my Mother’s birthday
in turn, that means
every celebration
must be a memorial.

At the funeral that
means pour a shot
out of their barrels
make that dirt look
like a massacre.

At the cookout that
means slow grind
into the pelvis of
another, become
one color of fruit
punch kool-aid &
chucky ash bones.

At the reunion that
means hallow out
the missing bodies
put them in ya’ gap
teeth make that
smile remind old
folks of somebody.

At the party that
means hold ‘em close,
rub they body like
you teaching braille
til’ they become
phantom, eulogy,
carcass.

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Edited by Christina Shideler.
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