Two Poems by Samiya Bashir
White Body Radiation
before give up
before make do
start where a clothespin clips
a nose and breath is held until –
What is a thing of beauty
if it isn’t us?
And if a body is hell
And if one can’t bear to look back
at the sight of what one has come for
then the other, the retrieved, just keeps
waltzing toward light. Right?
Is six paces back far enough to dance?
Is it enough? Wait –
Listen. Remember when we used to
When leaning on the backyard beam
beneath a full wolf moon and my slippers
shiver under my nightdress as I happen
upon a reason for waking call it a snowflake
a belly-flop blue jay or even my own small toe
peeking through a not-yet hole as it fissures into
my slipper’s future and I’m not out for a jog or
to find a misplaced piece of scoundrel lover
but to marry my morning coffee to
a cigarette to a new blue-gray light
an icy pacific year in mid-set
See how they swinghold hands and raise the sun?
Hey, you! Bluebird! Whatever will we do
– exhale – with all of these merciful gifts?