SheDevil and Sun Sets West by LeConte Dill


SheDevil
LeConte Dill

I march up
and down
The Garden
Every
Day
First born
Second
“You jacked my rib, give
it back”
“No I didn’t, boo
Turn over and go
back to sleep”
Tired
Hung-over
Whipped
and whupped
Doc said it’s
Morning Sickness
I
am
hunched
over the toilet
but it’s because
of that
burrito I had last night
Doc and I don’t
see eye
to eye
noway
Might even be
low blood sugar
Hungry need
to pick some
food
It’s dark
and I don’t
have my contacts
in
But I could walk to the peaches
in my sleep
Given each bunch of greens a name
End up walking
right into
a tree, that tree, the tree
Smudged pedicure, shin scraped
Garden
Snake
in my
Garden

Fruit is round
Fruit is caramel
Fruit is dripping
Fruit is coming
Fruit is here
Fruit is hearing
Fruit is singing Blues, Pop
Fruit is falling
flat
Fruit is peeling
Fruit is caught between the spaces braces
missed
Fruit is blessed
Doc says I’m Due
in 40 days
Says
My Man
Has food
poisoning
And that I should tend to that bite
Bed
Rest
Naw, Doc
I’m Restless
And I’m
Young
And we still
Have to pick
out
a name


Sun Sets West

Miss my mama never
knew her
Miss my daddy
Couldn’t keep us
Couldn’t keep up with us
Granny kept us
Miss her so
I changed my name to hers
Myrtle say
stop all that missin
talk

Myrtle say
I could never get a job
this good in Canfield
James say
he got a brother
round my age
I got four brothers
he misbehave

Jack started hitting me
after Jerome was born
Playing numbers
Playing with the rent money
Playing over his food
Playing in Club Alabam. I’m
Playing Fats Domino
Goin home tomorrow
Can’t stand your evil way

It’s the six of us now
They’re building new projects over
on Imperial
But I’ve saved up enough to put down on a house
Jack say
that’s far from his mama
He don’t know far
On Sunday after church
He in a good mood
We ride by the beach
I roll down the window
Like the wind on my face
Still, I know
That sand not dirt
Ocean not river
Sun not scorchin
Not daylight
for long


LeConte Dill has roots in South Central Los Angeles, grew branches in Atlanta, sprouted leaves in the San Francisco Bay Area, and is currently budding blossoms in New York City. She hold degrees from Spelman College, UCLA, and UC Berkeley, and is an Assistant Professor of Public Health at SUNY Downstate. She has also studied creative writing with Cornelius Eady, C. S. Giscombe, Suheir Hammad, Ruth Forman, and Willie Perdomo. Some of her work has been featured in the Berkeley Poetry Review, The Feminist Wire, and Los Angeles Magazine. She is passionate about the power of writing for healing, empowerment, and social justice.

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