THREE POEMS
Slave Play
I am searching for freedom
within this bondage. Liken it to the holy
spirit that caught my mother
one Sunday. As she bent to buckle
I fled the body that asked my own
to speak so freely and foreign.
Such would be my safe word
were I as daring. My body can break open
at will, it’s the mind that cannot—
insert cuffs and I’ll think shackle,say whipcarved into flesh. So why am I
