It's not just pepper I like to grind
It’s cardamom. And my hips
It's not just pepper I like to griiiind
It’s cardamom
And my hips
And my teeth, in sleep while anxious
about
how you perceive me — my womanhood;
my carnal desires;
my intensity.
It’s the cogs
of my brain
as I jump from bed, run over
to the bookcase,
pull out the text;
eyes searching for the
“heavy sturdiness of this useful wooden object”, the
“thud push rub rotate up”, that
“heavy fullness at the root of me that was exciting and dangerous”
Poem inspired by a conversation with
about this t-shirt, with text from Zami: A New Spelling of My Name, by Audre Lorde.
You! xx
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