Jersey Wedding: A Beatitude, In Person

Why is everybody running

To make me comfortable?

—I’m not the bride.


Sister, your sisters reflect

All your best attitudes

To have someone ask

What do you love? and

Does it make you happy?

Is soul food for years


Roarer, I Claim the Pit

The path beaten

is blown up.

—You blew it.


Tightrope walking,

fear of falling, thrill of

slow-motion, guilt-weighted

flesh-stripping tumble

down down

the Pit of Soul.



Loose the chill

hand of nightmare

—and shake it.

Cross hell to climb heaven.