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This week, a poem by Jarrett Neal.
This cup is yours: white mottled blue clay, chipped
Lip, handle so large a sparrow could fly straight
Through to Sinai. In the dreams that edge
My midnights and daybreaks you still sit in your
Porch chair, King James on your lap, drinking hell
Fire coffee, black and so unforgiving it could scorch the dead
Out of heaven. If I can manage a letter or a telegram,
A lyric of gospel or even a whisper of Leviticus—that nasty spit
Of tobacco twisting my gut—can I curl the blizzard in your beard,
Play harmonica while you flex your voice for every god
Listening in the corners of nature and lick of lantern’s flame?
Can I tuck and roll from the boxcar and shelter beside you,
Sop up your legends and rumors of storms?
JARRETT NEAL‘s prose and poetry have appeared in Chelsea Station, The Good Men Project, The Gay and Lesbian Review and the Lammy Award-nominated anthologies For Colored Boys and Black Gay Genius. His first book, What Color Is Your Hoodie?: Essays on Black Gay Identity, will be published by Chelsea Station in summer 2015. He lives in Oak Park, IL.