Oblation
by Regie Cabico
Your poems revolve
around
my
brain like sushi rolls
of genius
on a conveyor belt…
I sit in the darkest corner
where my eyes are
pitchers
full
of sangria…
& I am too sullen to sleep
or blink. I offer you my
arms
that
are so heavy
they would break a lover…
Instead I give you my fists
unfolding
like construction
paper cupids …
I have pried my ribs
in the hope
of finding you an Adam…
The cuckoo clock
in my chest
collapses & I release the bird…
Here is my body,
a mausoleum
of Russian dolls…
for all the failed romances
I’ve unscrewed…
Accept these gifts: the bird
that looks like 2
mustaches
kissing, the arms of a clock
that never meet, my fists
light as
snowflakes & the river
of sangria that quietly
moves & waves us on…
Reprinted from Beltway
Poetry Quarterly, Vol. 17:2, Spring 2016, with permission of the author.
Regie Cabico is a
spoken word pioneer, having won the Nuyorican Poets Cafe Grand Slam in 1993 and
taking top prizes in the 1993, 1994 and 1997 National Poetry Slams. Cabico is co-editor of the anthologies Flicker and Spark: A Contemporary Queer Anthology of Spoken Word and
Poetry (Lowbrow Press, 2013) and Poetry
Nation: The North American Anthology of Fusion Poetry (Vehicule Press,
1998), and his work appears in the anthologies Short Fuse, Poetry Slam, The Spoken Word Revolution, and Full Moon on K Street: Poems About
Washington, DC. He is co-director of the Capturing Fire National Queer
Poetry Slam And Summit. Cabico was a featured poet at the 2016 Split This Rock Poetry Festival.
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