Because You Were Mine
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In their latest collection of poems, Cave Canem Poetry Prize winner Brionne Janae dives into the deep, unsettled waters of intimate partner violence, queerness, grief, and survival.
“I’ve decided I can’t trust anyone who uses darkness as a metaphor for what they fear,” poet Brionne Janae writes in this stunning new collection, in which the speaker navigates past and present traumas and interrogates familial and artistic lineages, queer relationships, positions of power, and community.
Because You Were Mine is an intimate look at love, loneliness, and what it costs to survive abuse at the hands of those meant to be “protectors.” In raw, confessional, image-heavy poems, Janae explores the aftershocks of the dangerous entanglement of love and possession in parent-child relationships. Through this difficult but necessary examination, the collection speaks on behalf of children who were left or harmed as a result of the failures of their parents, their states, and their gods.
Survivors, queer folks, and readers of poetry will find recognition and solace in these hard-wrought poems—poems that honor survivorship, queer love, parent wounds, trauma, and the complexities of familial blood.
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Because You Were Mine - Brionne Janae
I.
WANT AND LOVE ARE NOT THE SAME WORD
after Nicole Homer
we used to sing I need you to survive
in church sunday mornings
the pastor would say turn to your neighbor
and we’d make eyes with strangers before god
and sing in the oversized congregation
where the youth came straight from the club
to the altar a sweater or shawl covering the skin
they’d let loose the night before
trying to catch a lover with the shine
of their shea butter-anointed flesh
need is not the same as want or love
but perhaps it is more honest
more insistent on our frailty our humanness
personally I can’t stand to be so exposed
if I acknowledge my soft human body
and all the ways it aches to be held
what happens when I still sit lonely
with no one to touch me and say you are real
somedays I’d rather die than admit my need
a flaw I’d best not take to my grave
though I guess we all must carry something at the end
NOTHING MORE ISOLATING THAN A BODY
acutely the lines come down around us
we each trapped in our own peculiar cells
unknowable one to the other
we spend all our lives learning to read
the pinch and crinkle of the skin
the limbs gesture heads every particular angle
we may as well be divining stars
even without gods we beg manna and milk
to be told where to go what to do
and how to bear the yoke of our bewilderment
please mother we say tell me what you mean
I CALLED IT GRACE
it’s not what I remember but rather the blank spaces
that billow up like wind thrashing the trees
the moments between the first frenzied steps in flight
and the chill of a wall at my back
the not knowing what comes after
but knowing my mother was after me
on good days I call this absence
this blank space in the memory grace
imagine my mind like a photo album
pulled from the ash of a fire
know the heat blackened image is mine
not from what I can piece together through soot
but because the collapsed frame around it is home
here’s one where I lie face down on my mother’s lap
in the apartment she and my father found
behind the Kmart by the freeway
the complex had a playground in the center
where a little blond boy called me nigger
I can still remember walking the path back home
to ask what the word meant
but not what happens next with my mother
was she about to strike or rub my