Poem-a-Day

Poem-a-day

Pilate ponders where she belongs

the man who hit me goes
to make love to his wife after.
someone tells me all of his teeth
have fallen out now & I use
mine to laugh & chew
tobacco sticks. I once prayed
he would never smile again, & maybe
the Universe is hilarious, & maybe It
doesn’t care about our laughter at all. I am
floating with nowhere to go. trying
to convince people I am alright. a woman
fit me for a dress. I wanted to show off
how I rid myself of the violence
all over my body & she makes
clothes folks sway good in.
tape around my waist, she notices
I don’t have a navel & I gotta tell
the truth—sometimes,
people are not born, some of us

fall into this world

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Hílda Davis

Previous Poems

Title	Author	Date
The Lose Your Mother Suite VI. “across the surface of my studied speech”	Remica Bingham-Risher	02/17/2023
St. Valentine, Bishop of Terni, probably beheaded, was also the patron saint of asthma, beekeepers, and epilepsy, so he might have said	Lynne Thompson	02/16/2023
An Act of Love	Tommye Blount	02/15/2023
Wetland	francine j. harris	02/14/2023
Love Poem Attempt 3/?	Taylor Byas	02/13/2023
Challenge	Sterling A. Brown	02/12/2023
The Venus of Milo	Henrietta Cordelia Ray	02/11/2023
When I See the Stars in the Night Sky	Joy Priest	02/10/2023
Aubade: Nocturne	Willie Lee Kinard III	02/09/2023
Love Poem in the Black Field	Ariana Benson	02/08/2023

Title

Author

Date

The Lose Your Mother Suite VI. “across the surface of my studied speech”

Remica Bingham-Risher

02/17/2023