17 August 2006 | Vol. 6, No. 2
Your black hair is a sea on the sheets
Your black hair is a sea on the sheets
The spine of your neck
A stairwell leading down to it
Blood on the walls a map to forgetting
I would not mind it if your heart were a television
And within it a time capsule
And inside that some secret I never knew
Your babies look like me
I don't know what that means, but they do
And none of those limbless ones on CNN
None of those heartbreaking ones
Begging suckle from the lens
About the author:
J. Reuben Appelman is currently at work producing the feature film, Chemistry. He has received grants and accolades from the Idaho Commission on the Arts, the Oprah Winfrey Show, and HBO's Project Greenlight. His book, Shaved, was an Action Books December Prize finalist. He lives in Idaho with his family.
For further reading:
Browse the contents of 42opus Vol. 6, No. 2, where "Your black hair is a sea on the sheets" ran on August 17, 2006. List other work with these same labels: poetry.
