Omotara James, 2017 Lambda Literary Fellow

Omotara James, 2017 Lambda Literary Fellow



thank you for being here this week and the work we're doing in our workshop [Applause] they are from my upcoming forthcoming a chocolate bar tongue and also my coming baby collection Murata cuz i'd be so lucky to revise right here so thank you again mirror talk the woman who faked cancer was the first to eat the secrets of your body her living has firmly turned your flesh into an orchard every way one can live in beauty and the truth she studied or stole so this wild drive yellow and this does Holland this season's empty Harvest Moon this single plate before you left her you forgave her for hollering back the night she left you in the car to swallow pills your bottom barely fit into the chair beside her hospital bed she never said sorry or meant it when she thought all the through drug and the days got shorter and you got back with brokenness better with predators your thighs expanding into the night the good news because I believe you cannot stop a thing from existing even if you click is how I love you because my thickest Ravana I sing for Sara even though she cannot hear me is how I love you because I crouched under the Tilton sky even as these knees jump on their age is how I loved you because red belts that are very soon renders as fun redundant even if it's just because I say so it's how I love you because my tongue was true even with this mouth of boasts and hard swallows and how I love you because is how I love you even is how about you [Applause] your Hut when I finally told my mother I beloved the woman she looks up from the fireman and I looked down as she asked me what it is dumb dude she's especially she wants to invest in coconuts never learned to start this smell of my mother's palm oil inside our American settlers kitchen announcing itself and hot sweaters or pasta feed lines of the cold porcelain I still lay my temple of hospital surface blame our troubles atop the tile floor blintz black have stunned again naked from the waist beneath my mother's steady hand and long silver scissors which always feel like surprise ice against my Chinese penis my eyes pin East beneath her invasion voice I said don't move my God has opened at the morning blinds the light I wish was brighter but I understand my mother is trying to protect me against the woman that cannot see who the world awaits when she's finished coming she does the loose hairs off like a janitor underpaid sighs and I'm allowed to be a girl again pull up my shorts and want to play outside the air tastes like honeysuckle and I am on the cusp of her getting until she calls me home I pretend not to care for Russians she wants to know where I am going [Applause]

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