

the life.art.craft & times of christine deLaHofer
a mother and mild mannered recycled heART artist on a love revival
this poem was a birthday present for my 30th birthday
from the divine ms. devoya mayo
who am I
the direct projection of memories
folded together
lemon water
and pieces
of spring
pressed tightly between the pages of an old book
am I the crush of slip and slides
heat waves and the energy held
captive inside a new box of crayons
considering that
this tongue has always been venomous
was I the child or the mother
the body of the mind
ego or just an unmade bed
am I all that I give or all that I get
am I layers or simple
straight lines
am I the stroke/the caress/or the open eyed orgasm
am I the wine bottle
filled with declarations of love or a fragrant primal temple
am I 1972 all crisp and funky
a groove that aint been dug yet
a pimp strut down delancy street
or the jazz that
absorbes funk like a sponge
oky…..here it is……
READY?……….
I…….
am a love song on
A mixtape
The saturated
Soul found within
My clinched fist
The seduction of a shag
Carpet and a nickel
Bag of funk
I am the kinetic/boundless/fiery line
Between diego’s canvas
And frida’s karma
I am
Both lyrical
and drowning in song
I am sharp ya’ll
Sticky soft and sweet ya’ll
Cotton candy on a rainy day
The perfect blueprint
For pointless
Conversations on sensitivity
I am a cleanly scrubbed floor
Everything you don’t need
But can’t throw away
The tiny miracle of reassurance
A fast getaway in
A slow ass car
And all of this is just today
Because I’m a woman
And we are continuously making room for who we
Might be
Tomorrow
Happy birthday
love devoya
2002


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