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Yellow Shade - Dimakatso Sedite
I
Middle-town
Born from my mother’s warmth, I seemed to amble in this egg
that scrubbed pots and rode a bicycle to work.
I’d suck my fingers till they tasted like cloth.
Growing up in middle-town, clouds looked for an excuse to split
and flee my plainness; my cropped carpet hair echoed my muteness,
which crawled into a classroom filled with whipping canes,
and many songs we sang to make us forget we had no textbooks.
After school, we’d stop by Ntate Moruti, to speak more songs,
about Bethlehem, Judea, our cartilage selves breaking locust legs
of his bench, as we waited for peaches on his tree to redden.
Being homesick means looking through your keyhole of childhood,
to find shiny water buckets missing you.
You become a box breaking into pieces to squat
on a sugar bowl, on a time-washed table, on melamine floors.
Faith hangs like a spider web on Jesus’ Cross,
next to the arms of a dead clock that guards these mute things
that refuse to die with us. Limbs of an apple tree
whip the roof’s gutters with stories, as the sun’s wreckage
lands on the buttocks of dishes in the sink.
Feeling empty is returning to a textbook of friends long snatched
by an illness so ruthless, you could hear their young veins break,
leaving the wind alone to deal with a lorry of grief.
Growing old is a basket cracking your mind everywhere,
sniffing at an hour when friends stopped calling,
as they intrude into your memories like trees.
Ageing is watching your children needing you less and less,
as your bad poems sink into themselves,
as your cloth of defeat trails behind.
Being helpless is watching my mother forget how to
button a shirt – how to hold important things together –
as time stands between her and the mist.
It’s hearing a night with my man tear up into a glass of day,
or watching his heart crash into a younger woman’s chest,
and knowing there is nothing I can do about it.
Far from home
The monsoon Gautrain carries phantoms to work,
shatters a