Poem of the Day
1981
By Asiya Wadud
in a world the orange sun resets
in a world the orange sun resets
It has a bronze covering inlaid with silver,
originally gilt;
the sides are decorated with openwork zoomorphic
not to steer but to steady
the boat when I steer into un-
when I steer into strange
Suddenly, you were planting some yellow petunias
outside in the garden,
and suddenly I was in the study
hello is my laundry ready
time is an enemy
thick air
a pigeon writes
The big yellow house
up the hill a blue-green house
across a gray house
they talk about / how Jane talked about / giving 8 puppies away
In the late afternoon, above the town of Llanes, on the rock wall of the promenade, old men sit facing the ocean and read soft core pornography.
Sometimes nuns too visit this promenade and walk along it from one end to the other.
Out after dark in what was left of the Combat Zone
we ate raw sushi next to Big Mo's Live Sex,
Remember where I came from.
Think of a continent of sabled czars.
Leave your home. Let exile fill your mouth