There are always more thingsto tell you about the gloryof deep red against your skin,or the color of the ocean onyour toenails. The truth is,you make all colors holy.The truth is, you make all colorsfeel like flight.
I think of this on a pale graymorning in Morningside Park,staring blankly at a statue of a bearpursuing a faun, and around methe country falling, burning.There are always more things to sayabout love and about grief,about the way destiny holds our bodies,about the way the pregnant skyholds the rain.
Kwame Opoku-Duku is a writer whose poetry and fiction have appeared in The Atlantic, The Nation, Poetry, The Yale Review, BOMB, and other publications. He lives in New York City, where he is an educator.…
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The American Poetry Review (Digital) - 1 Issue, May/June 2023