Rumpus Original Poetry: Two Poems by Kay Ulanday Barrett

 

 

 

artichoke

 

                            how one can be / prickly tender / how to work / how to scrape / how to
                            green / & green / yet on inside / how to purple / how to majestic /
                            someone thought to open up / the sharp thing / rename it meal / flesh
                            center barricaded / by miscellaneous knives / whole life likely / a dare /
                            i too know / to breathe shield / what it is / to be jagged / to be your own
                            bouquet / confused for ornament / wrap limbs / into knotted lonely /
                            disowned coniferous / maybe to be steamed / to unhinge joints / to want
                            to be believed / to be beloved / to be known for your buttery / to be
                            raked of it / yes / to live honestly / and be considered thistle / beget a
                            body noble / something more than circumstance / than exterior / fed up
                            with being / mistaken for weed / ache to splay like firework / seen as
                            extra / seen as too much work / blithely considered / at dinner parties to
                            be / an acquired taste / and / too fancy / or / how do you even eat that /
                            shimmer silk from / center / want nothing more / than to be pried / than
                            for someone to just / dig in / to be brave or curious / to quest  / & use all
                            hands / to spread limbs / not mind the bold foliage / thin blade skin /
                            draws blood when held too tightly / wish for somebody to just say / this
                            looks impossible / but / what if / what if / this could be my most /
                                       favorite thing / bet / somewhere inside / there’s blossom

 

I use the word Disabled

 

because every doctor thinks –  they know more about the cavity echo –  of my feet
[than I do] because it’s dirty word  –  where every stranger –  self-discloses their arms –
skin  – fevers like [family secret] – because bodies aren’t meant  –  to live  –  in whisper
–  because whole events still [rampless] – how clipboards are  –  biggest fear  [monger]

because everyone can name one [token] Disabled or Deaf –  poet who is usually white –
[and always] straight  – because after speaking  –  as an expert  [for a whole hour] in a
packed auditorium  – during any Q&A  –  someone [eventually]  doesn’t ask a question
but says  You’re not that.  – You’ll get better soon –  as though I haven’t measured –

my sternum into  – a city of MRIs  – gazed at comet splatters  –  of xrays  – hospital
gown high hat ultrasounds  –  my season’s [best] –  as though my soundtrack isn’t  –
bass of prescription  – bottles gone empty  –  every lost friend  – every abled grimace
like death –  [somewhere] joy in crook of toes – equals some cold – nobody

wants to catch –  about colds –  every january some people – conflate their – dalliance
with cough syrup –  with [my] blacking out – in laundromats – subway – a new partner’s
bedroom –  how concave of chest –  is altar where [friends] stopped checking in – forgot
to invite – candlelit rib for –  every time someone in new pain – says I get it now

an [incantation] for every time –  you discuss pang – forever in skull – a friend says  –
[yeah] I get headaches when I’m hung over too – for if you don’t make a – potluck –
meeting – twitter hour – you might be the dog [taken] out back –  your work silenced –
for its own misery – together [we] pass lidocaine & – salonpas the way – our

aunties shared adobo recipe – we inherit collective – [care] because we – swap how-tos –
on advocacy with nurse – specialist –  to oncologolost & [again] –  to access-a-ride – our
texts from scratch –  to survive spasm song – because another date – asked you about
your leg – & you know that you’ll never [see] – them again & nobody understands

rejection like a sick  – crip who brings you weed –  & a casserole – tells you not
to move a muscle – they’ll get the tea –  hope still twined on their –  [throats] we have
been a movement –  all of us –  an inhale –  at the closest – sunset [window sill] – as
somebody tries to text –  fried  – but autocorrect anticipates –  grief  [same thing]

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Photograph of Kay Ulanday Barrett by Jess X Chen.


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