King Krule & Mexican Street Sounds & Medicine Tea
Leaves barely shivering in the thickening stillness,just to show that they’re alive & they drink too.The tree with the knobbly spiked flower dickdoesn’t question its embodiment--it just bodies.It is just a body. What if my body was just a body?A motorcycle revving in the alleyway/a masculinity built on gasoline.Who does gender serve?Not me, on the toilet at 4 AMin the blue moonlight. Not a bodywracked with sweat shivers, notthe chub rub that welts slicklybetween sticky thighs.A hudhud cries midday, that danker morning,calls me back to dusty Maadi lunch-as-breakfastbisilla & bouftek & cucumber spears. “I was bornin seconds, do you feel me?” Somehow I cobblethis identity together in objects: this mug fromthe grand canyon, this bathrobe from Winners.But they fall apart, rotate in & out.I too rotate in & out of bodies, out of selves,first Pokémon t-shirt, sombrero & banana,now notebook & paint jeans & glasses,and then?On the beach the wannabe Maya headand the somewhere-maybe pyramidare still sand, sloughing into the sea.
“King Krule & Mexican Street Sounds & Medicine Tea” from WE WANT IT ALL: edited by Andrea Abi-Karam and Kay Gabriel.
Published by Nightboat Books November 24th, 2020.
Copyright © 2021 by Aaron El Sabrout.
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Reproduced by Poetry Daily with permission.
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