American Rainbow Chickens: Watermelon Poetry

 

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Basquiat-esque love letters
to failed triumphs
and future mistresses.

Fela Kuti anthems and Igbo lullabies
marinate celebratory cannabis
lit under the same trees
strange fruit ancestors were hung.

Sara Baartman and J.Edgar
waltz to the gospel of a mother-focker—
listening to footsteps
of sons in pretty panties
dancing as closet daughters.

Pour whiskey on watermelon,
chew with Vicodin and gulp a cup of Dayquil at midnight
and you'll taste how Tuesday was invented.