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“Collude” by Bhanu Kapil

Collude

Bhanu Kapil

 

with the anemone zero.

Drink 12 oz. of coffee in Longmont.

Are you parched?

Is your name Pinky?

What color is the skin of your inner arm, creamy?

Valentine City rebate: a box of chocolates from Safeway.

Yours, yours, yours.

In its entirety.

Don’t collude with your inability to give or receive love.

Collude, instead, with the lining of the universe.

Descent, rotation, silk water, brief periods of intense sunlight striated with rose pink glitter.

The glitter can only get us.

So far.

Here we are at the part with the asphalt, airstream Tupperware, veins, some nice light stretching.

Call me.

This is a poem for a beloved.

Who never arrived.

Source: “Collude” by Bhanu Kapil

Webinar: Radical Self Care: A Necessary Movement-Building Strategy – YouTube

The Poet’s Voice: Bhanu Kapil & Fred Moten | Woodberry Poetry Room – introduced by Jackie Wang

Friday Interview Series: Melissa Buzzeo by Bhanu Kapil| SHAME MAY BE FATAL

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Rose, Charnel Ground class, river ritual, Colorado.

 

THANK YOU MELISSA.  I LOVE YOU.  SO MANY PEOPLE LOVE YOU.  I AM SO GLAD TO BE BORN INTO THIS TIME WITH YOU. KAPIL MUNI SENDS YOU A VIOLET GOLD LIGHT AND IN IT ARE THE JET FLOWERS OF YOUR OWN PRE.  PINNED UP IN YOUR HAIR.  WITH A VERY RED ROSE.  CAN YOU SEE IT?  I LOVE YOU.  AND TRANSMIT THIS ROSE.  I HOPE THIS YEAR BRINGS SWIMMING, LOVE AND HOPE INTO ALL AREAS OF YOUR LIFE.  AS I WRITE THESE WORDS I SEE THE LONG WOODEN TABLE AGAIN.  AND YOUR BELOVEDS.  PLEASE COME TO COLORADO SOON.  WE WILL GO TO THE HOT SPRINGS AND LISTEN TO NIRVANA.  DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN WE WENT THROUGH KURT COBAIN’S HOME TOWN EN ROUTE TO THE SEA THE REAL SEA ESCAPING AWP SEATTLE AND WE ROLLED DOWN THE WINDOWS AND TURNED THE RADIO UP.  OUR HEARTS ARE NOT BROKEN MELISSA.  I LOVE YOU. I WANT TO BURST INTO TEARS OF GRATITUDE WRITING THESE WORDS. I CALL THE ANGEL NOW TO COME THROUGH THE BURNT GREY CLOUDS AND CUP YOU. AND REVOLUTIONIZE.  THE CONDITIONS.  AS THEY ARE.  I SEE THE ANGEL JUST SLIPPING A MAT OF SILVER-GREY LIGHT FROM UNDER YOUR FLOOR, WASHING IT OFF — ANY BLACK CHUNKS — THE DEBRIS — EMITTED DURING TONGLEN — OR THE PRACTICE OF FASTING — THEN SLIP IT BACK — LIKE A CARPET OF GOLD FIRE THAT SUPPORTS YOU AND THE LOVE THAT IS HERE ALREADY AND ABOUT TO ARRIVE.  IN YOUR REAL LIFE.  – Bhanu Kapil

Source: Friday Interview Series: Melissa Buzzeo | SHAME MAY BE FATAL

[REVIEW] The Volta Book of Poets, edited by Joshua Maria Wilkinson – [PANK]

[REVIEW] The Volta Book of Poets, edited by Joshua Maria Wilkinson – [PANK].

The Poet’s Voice: Bhanu Kapil & Fred Moten | Woodberry Poetry Room

Reading Moten in the Cherry Orchard: A Blog of Daily Life and Forms. | Was Jack Kerouac a Punjabi?

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