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poems by Savonna Johnson
in the morning you will fight me during
cereal then wrap into your blanket hunch
I remember watching my mom stiff back
toward my dad
then his advances of the hands until
she collapsed guard into laughter
and from the tension this was love
I think you something of an animal in
the hard nudging for my attention and
I'm sorry I cried that one time it just
got too real too quickly and if they ever asked me
he is gentle I would say and rough when
I need it
I am waiting for you to return home
I am waiting for what we are building
I think of you in harvest in the
silence it takes to stare into the sun
and have wondered about the Farmer's
Almanac
thought that your stepmother must have
marked your proposal and now
she puts a single line through it
It shivers through clouds toward the
heat of you
which I remember quite fluidly and
how I got very upset about it when
they told me of the problem
at the base of my cervix
I wish only to return but after
After the last pick of the crop
I have seen your stepmother's leeks in
so many pictures
your woman is smiling blind black widow
I
will have bore three children
none of which are yours
Return to you after the guilt and what
I will tell him once middle aged and
dry
how you were the first ever and the
only
To have stolen a thing and to break it
time and again I will know your relapse
as the pinched sliver behind the muscle
of
my left abdomen thoroughly starved yet
patient
Savonna Johnson is currently a
Pittsburgh poet. She leads an experimental poetry writing group at Biddle's
Escape, a cafe in the Wilkinsburg area. Right now, she is working full-time and
trying to figure out where to go to receive an MFA/PhD for poetry. She is also
independently studying herbal medicine and hopes that you are having a
beautiful day. If you are interested in browsing a few more of her
publications, feel free to simply google her
name.
