after An Agony, As Now, Amiri Baraka (1964)
A plural smallness; numb agonies as
now. The creak in sacks, broken bedrock born
as constant phase. I’m the thing: clerks can’t come
to compass, but bend and break. Pseudo sin,
gin as guidance, as agony, as now
a woman, man, or mostly both: I form
erected doctrine, make doctors see me
as trauma, childhood, cigarette second-
hand smoke. Something here is cancer: or Eve’s
fault: or both. When did I become by-the-
wind: the disc float, sailor surface-dwelling,
dwarfed, defunct, Adam’s dandee-red-throat-
rib-formed Eve; how do I slither, succumb:
serpent, become meta-thimble: both thumbed.
Prince Bush is a non-binary, black, and gay poet studying English at Fisk University. They have work in Rhythm & Bones Press, SOFTBLOW, and the Eunoia Review.