Go Back and Fetch It

To understand the great body of work that Lucille Clifton left after her death in 2010—the evolving body, for more poems are being excavated all the time—you must understand that Black history informs much of her work. There is the generous verse she offered everyone, regardless of racial or gender identification. This was her benediction, and because of that gift, many want to read disembodied, deracinated impulses in Clifton’s poems, seeking a so-called universal meaning.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/articles/154884/go-back-and-fetch-it

lookin at me kind of

i’m ready to dance to have a good time
inrly wanna get out of my mind
i’m down to do i’m down to rhyme
and everyone lookin at me kind
of

take your time on the sunday sidewalk
it’s okay to slow down to enjoy it take
a breath a step another avenue talk
like it’s just impossible to fake

i knew it couldn’t last but it was fun
to pretend for a while anyway
it’s not like they had a gun to our head
it’s just something we like to say



a gathering

there is no other place to put it
at this point honestly all i can do
is put it here and hope it don’t bleed
too much and too little and too tough
to keep in the pit of your stomach
at the bottom of you is where it goes
thundering your abdomen
new dreams dead dreams red dreams
christmas lights
bathing with war criminals
the sound richochets
r - aching
gathering
the petrified remains of what used to be
the petrified remains of what used to be
the petrified remains of what used to be