Return #10 from “Act III: Ain’t I Épistémè?”
fear is an infection in a refugee camp
the Indian poet brings & greetings
from her students, at least the ones
she remembers stumbling out the rear
of her mind as I remember a fence
I was sure I'd never seen fondly weaving
dreams in God's Own Country, a vital
goodness in that world she believes & in
spite of all the hard things I won't bother
listing now, know a campaign ain't worth
shit unless shit stirs the mo'betta, pli mèyè
but what for & for whose sake do I feel
only anger, sweet jolts, disappointment
gone from me and hope ran cold — say
nothing of art, nothing of the variable logs
again, here: I have this problem with dream
Copyright Credit: Canisia Lubrin, "Return #10" from The Dyzgraphxst. Copyright © 2020 by Canisia Lubrin. Reprinted by permission of McClelland & Stewart, Ltd., a division of Penguin Random House Canada Limited. All rights reserved.
Source: The Dyzgraphxst (McClelland & Stewart, Ltd., 2020)