Khadijah Queen
The world says not to expect the world


But do it anyway—        be made, all

out of love—     taken, bestowed, lived

through, by means of, without


beauty we don't want

to waste            & the world says it

wants, but trashes, sees as glut,


usable in a finite manner             We like

talk of human     forevers as holes in us

unfilled, we're raggedy apartments


Who to blame

deluxe in schism—runaways & orchids

tattooed on wrists or thighs      As dull men scoff


we still say        keep fighting,

& love me again—   don't the pines die, too

& exactly          with our names

Found In Volume 47, No. 04
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Khadijah Queen
About the Author

Khadijah Queen is the author of five books, most recently I'm So Fine: A List of Famous Men & What I Had On (YesYes Books, 2017). Earlier poetry collections include Conduit (Akashic / Black Goat, 2008), Black Peculiar (Noemi Press, 2011) and Fearful Beloved (Argos Books, 2015).