saartji listens to poison and ponders ~~~~~a poem

saartji listens to poison and ponders


why exactly cant you trust a big butt and a smile

heat and curves do not kill

a jiggle you can feel in your throat/ is pleasure

and my lips bending into a poem is a smile not nuclear war

there was a world built here some call earth

or heaven or ocean or god

my butt and lips are not three card monty

are not watches sold on L's in the city mothered by oya

or the snap of a brothas spanish/ he wants to leave on your breast

the issue of trust does not lay here or here or here

beneath the pyramid of my pelvis