"Slippin' into Darkness" by Douglas Manuel

 
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Slippin’ into Darkness

More Soul was what the sign said, well, used to say, before
gusts, cold, rain, snow and no money made the R fade away.

Now the butterfly collars and halter tops call it Mo Soul
and wanna know who Mo is. Ain’t no Mo here, he always

tells them as he takes their orders. Let me get the Dark
Meat Two-Piece Special
. His afro trying to escape the confines

of his hairnet, his forehead lined with acne, sweat beads,
and chicken grease. This evening, him and his mama

run the whole place. His stepdaddy gone to The Avenue;
his real daddy got shot on The Avenue, his uncle too, trying to

make right what happened that night. Damon, boy, you know
yo’ mama be putting her whole foot in those greens
. Etta Mae,

from the kitchen, say, You just want some of this honey,
Junebug. Ain’t nobody studyin’ you
. If his stepdaddy was here,

he’d be upside her head, and Junebug would have a mouthful
of gun shaft choking his throat. If his stepdaddy was here,

they wouldn’t be closing early; they wouldn’t be dancing,
mother and son doing The Funky Chicken and The Bump,

wishing The Avenue would make her a widow again.

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Douglas Manuel

Douglas Manuel was born in Anderson, Indiana. He received a BA in Creative Writing from Arizona State University and a MFA from Butler University where he was the Managing Editor of Booth a Journal. He is currently a Middleton and Dornsife Fellow at the University of Southern California where he is pursuing a PhD in Literature and Creative Writing. He has served as the Poetry Editor for Gold Line Press as well as one of the Managing Editors of Ricochet Editions. His poems are featured on Poetry Foundation's website and have appeared or are forthcoming in Poetry Northwest, The Los Angeles Review, Superstition Review, Rhino, North American Review, The Chattahoochee Review, New Orleans Review, Crab Creek Review, and elsewhere. His first full length collection of poems, Testify (Red Hen Press, 2017), won the 2017 IBPA Benjamin Franklin Award for poetry.

Headshot: Stephanie Araiza

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