The madness of each ordinary day versus
the language of someone raised by history
versus someone raised by a virgin.
I’m mostly interested in the devil’s story,
because I know there’s some devil in me.
I still live like someone somewhere
will clean the vents of my home anatomy,
but I am the only one who lives here.
According to Memphis Slim what looks like singing
has its roots in slaves’ casting shade
on oppressors, a cotton field stooped weeping
