looking for me looking for she; is pinch somebody pinch and tell me, up where north marry cold I could nd she — Stateside, England, Canada — somewhere about, “she still looking for you — try the Black Bottom — Bathurst above Bloor, Oakwood and Eglinton — even the suburbs them, but don’t look for indigo hair and skin of lime at Ontario Place, or even the reggae shops; stop looking for don’t-see and can’t — you bind she up tight tight with hope, she own and yours knot up in together; although she tight with nowhere and gone she going nd you, if you keep looking.”
5When kindly day had dimmed the stars, still she sought her daughter from the rising to the setting sun. She grew weary with her eorts and thirsty too . . .The SeachUp in the humpback whereabouts-is-that hills, someone tell me she living — up there in the up-alone cocoa hills of Woodlands, Moriah, with the sky, and self, and the bad bad of grieving; all day long she dreaming about wide black nights, how lose stay, what nd look like. A four-day night of walk bring me to where never see she: is “come child, come,” and “welcome” I looking — the how in lost between She and I, call and response in tongue and word that buck up in strange; all that leave is seven dream-skin: sea-shell, sea-lace, feather-skin and rainbow-ower, afterbirth, foreskin and blood-cloth — seven dream-skin and crazy nd me.
6. . . the earth opened up a way for me and, after passing deep down through its lowest caverns, I lifted up my head again in these regions, and saw the stars which had grown strange to me.Deam-skinsDream-skins dream the dream dreaming: (in two languages)Sea-shelllow low over the hills she ying up up from the green of sea she rise emerald skin sh belt weed of sea crown sheFeather-skinlizard-headed i suckle her suckling me at thin like the host round and white she swells enormous with milk and childSea-lacein one hand the sun the moon in the other round and round she swing them from chains let y till they come to the horizon of rest
7Rainbow-owersix-limbed my body dances ight from her giant promises she reaches down gently snaps my head a blooded hibiscus from its body crooning she cradles the broken partsAfterbirthone breast white the other black headless in a womb-black night a choosing — one breast neither black nor whiteForeskina plant sprouts there — from the mouth mine wise black and fat she laughs reaching in for the tree frees the buttery in-lodged circles of iridescence silence
8Blood-clothwide wide i open my mouth to call the blood-rush come up nish write she name in the up-above sky with some clean white rag she band up my mouth nice niceBlood-cloths (dream in a dierent language)sand silence desert sunthe wide of open mouthblood of rush hieroglyphs her red inscriptions her name up-above sky sudden clean of white cloths wounded mouth broad back hers to tie carry bear“the voice, the voice, the voice” she whispers she walks she whispers ceaselessly
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