won’t you celebrate my blood transfusion
(after Lucille Clifton)
By Vogue M. Robinson
I will celebrate
you, in your own skin
ashy, powder-dusted
textured, fragile skin
I will celebrate
the color of your lips returned
a hue of life
the kool-aid red
pulsation under your nails
I will celebrate
a head not aching
A drumbeat absent, you off-beat, girl!
I celebrate you, with a least one love-churned meal
a day, and a loud lion's laugh.
I celebrate you
inside a Ross
with a mask on
doin' the Kid 'n Play
without a dance partner.
Hello Joy,
I've missed you.
