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won’t you celebrate my blood transfusion: a poem by Vogue M. Robinson

won’t you celebrate my blood transfusion

(after Lucille Clifton) 

By Vogue M. Robinson

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I will celebrate

you, in your own skin

ashy, powder-dusted

textured, fragile skin

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I will celebrate

the color of your lips returned

a hue of life

the kool-aid red

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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.