Toward Supreme Love in Self – (This Is an Endarkened, Feminist, New Literacies Event)
Where it’s at (Kagan, Sash, Rajah, and Nason speak: A poem)
Where it’s at
Ghost. Where are you??
I’m starvin’ over here.
I walked with you there because you said there was “where it’s at” and when we got to where you said to go, to where you led me, there was nothing to behold, to hold, to hold…a hole? No.
There was nothing.
I mean, did you mean all that stuff you said about my eyes and my thighs, and my lips, and my smile? What was up with all that rap? And, what was up with all that walking and leading and leaning and leaving? I mean, is this wuss up? To feel led to there but get to nowhere and look to you and ask for clarification about this long ass walk you initiated because you “hoped I was real” and “couldn’t be without me,” and “didn’t want to be without me,” and called me, and called me, and waited on my front stoop for me, then disappeared at the end of the nowhere.
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