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CHIMERA by Vievee Francis

I have no charms. Admittedly.
No gold comb can move through
This mane. My skin is not translucent.
It is not soft. Mine is a tail to fear. I know.

I have no charms. Admittedly.
No gold comb can move through
This mane. My skin is not translucent.
It is not soft. Mine is a tail to fear. I know.
But from this goat’s body,
Up from my wood-smoke lungs, from
The milk of me, comes a song, a melody
To open your wounds, then lick them clean.

 

 

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About Vievee Francis

Vievee Francis
Vievee Francis is the author of two books of poetry, Blue-Tail Fly (Wayne State University, 2006) and Horse in the Dark (Northwestern University, 2012). Her work has appeared or is forth­coming in several periodicals and anthologies including Best Ameri­can Poetry 2010 and Angles of Ascent: A Norton Anthology of Contemporary African American Poetry. She is the recipient of a 2009 Rona Jaffe Award and a 2010 Kresge Artist Fellowship. She is currently an associate editor for Callaloo.