her fingerprints rewritten rivers of coconut oil and shea. strands the
geological memories punctuating the groove and hands god herself who
moves and moves and moves. some would say she is slick. some would
say she is thick. most would not say she is soaked in the universe. most
would not compare the tiny ridges on her fingertips to the oldest forms
of script. most would not connect the floorboards of her porch to the
roots that they remember when she sits. most would not observe her
face looking for patterns that are visible from space. her clients keep
their backs to her. they have no eyes for what she sees. and the sea? well.
they forget the ocean. themselves. but the desert. they remember enough
to long for moisture. and to trust.
her eyelids know streambeds are pathways. know water from sky.
know there is a spiritual reason that your scalp is dry. know cornrows
from ricefields know laurels from crowns know most hieroglyphics are
nouns. but her fingers speak present tense like weather and how. and
her works of art feel pain but know better than to howl. dont under-
stand the tapestry on their shoulders is a towel. but they know enough
to sit up tall. they sure know not to scream. and when shes finished they
recognize themselves as a forgotten black dream.
even air becomes a ribbon even silence has a scent even laughter gets
braided even split ends repent. and the pattern in her breathing settles
sweetly on their pores and the unlocked locks of tangle get unnetted
from the shore. and all the elders know to say is: she has been here
before.
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forthcoming 2016). His recognitions include the Stephen Henderson
Award, an American Book Award, the Carl Sandburg Prize and fellow-
ships from the National Endowment for the Arts, the Fund for Poetry,
and the Canadian Embassy to the United States. Projects underway in-
clude a prose book Railroad Sense and a poetry book Negro Moun-
tain. Giscombe teaches at the University of California, Berkeley, where
he is curator of the Mixed Blood series. He is a long-distance cyclist.
Paul r. Harding Hot Mustard & Lay Me Down (En Theos), Excerpts
of Lamentation & Evidence of Starlite (Aurius Unlimited), and poems
in Konch, Transition, Coon Bidness, Berkeley Poetry Review, Raven
Chronicles, Gwendolyn Brooks Papers (UC Berkeley), Derek Walcott
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