The bitch been followin' me for days from the house
like she gotta long-buried bone to pick.
They say she don’t blink she so scared to
let me out her sight.
Almost always she stay half a block behind,
tongue lollin’, that nasty white spit caked
in the corners of her lips—she’s turned
into such a slobbermouth.
I close my eyes when she finally decides
to get close enough to leap and somethin'
guttural is born in us both. I keep my arm straight
just like he showed me.
The blade I been carryin' swivels from its bed
with a well-oiled snick—thirsty—and it’s as if
she don’t hear it or don’t wanna see it comin',
like her eyes are closed too.
And even when fat slug lines of somethin' dark
red and wet blooms from her muzzle, then from
her chest, I hold on until bone cracks, steel tongue
lookin' for the letloose that will end
her. And me.
MIXED MEDIA IN THE AGE OF ANTHROPOCENE
after “Chair” by Bjarne Melgaard*
She was always the type of piece
meant to make you feel comfortable.
Her legs cracked back just so, stiletto
heels poised to perforate the sky,
her ebony leather gloves lapping up
all that mahogany skin, she was built
to make this position look easy.
See how she doesn’t even blink,
let alone trench her brow with the strain?
See how that perfect pink pout remains
relaxed, as though accepting your weight
were no more strenuous than lying sweet,
still, and silent on a polar bear’s pelt?
See how not a single nap is out of kink?
If she could speak, you’d be surprised
to know she has no comment at all
on her current condition, but cares deeply
for the enormous and REAL obscenities
that threaten our actual existence.
She wonders and worries often
about our civilization and whether or not
we will survive the acid rain, the holes
in the ozone, the melting polar ice caps,
and what has happened to all those poor,
poor bees. Don’t worry about her
faulting you for wanting to take a load off.
She’d say leave blame to the muckrakers.
I’m telling you, she’s the type of piece
that wants you to feel good, wants nothing
more than for you to pull up a chair.
*This sculpture, one of a series based on the original Allen Jones sculptures, depicts a black woman lying on her back in a bondage costume with her legs hiked behind her head and a seat cushion fixed atop the backs of her thighs.