"untitled" by Nikia Chaney
untitled
you keep asking men to look
at you to call you first by each number then by
your name a foreign word to sizzle and make
the room swallow the tv with
buzz cuts and bellies a swell to middle age
to close both his eye and yours
but it is getting too late to pair up
to be couple mama daddy’s big piece of chicken
plate or holding it down in bed all
scarfswaddled and snore his of course as he would
by the fan where you he would might reel
each day’s discontent to euphony and breath
too bright the tv the chuck of it sweats
the sounds swings loud as the gray hair the pillow
you don’t belong in these years one twisting to ten
screenblind you keep asking men to
say you are enough this hushful
this has to half to haves be
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