Poet Lyrik Courtney
Filmmaker Najeeb Tarazi
on the dance floor, she throws ass
like an arc of golden light, hips harpooning
a whirlwind of sweat & summer around us,
even in the darkest room. when it is too hot
to breathe through the smog, her blowout
bullied into submission by the tongues of men,
their murderous song, the bitch bounces back
impossibly—she, halo-headed Judith,
from the tongue of Holofernes to deliver
a mutinous sermon to all god’s darker children.
under blacklight, we miracle & burst. O,
muse! harbinger of mudslide & rain, patron saint
of the electric slide. i look to you & forget
my breath. how could I have witnessed the hands
of god in motion, the tender curve of the
breast a clipped wing in the palm
of your linen tanktop, and remained still?
the room, running dark with ash, or smoke,
or secrecy. us, arms linked like irish twins
mothered by the same wet-eyed moon.
vantablack skin runs blue. thighs crash & break
untethered, as if by sweat-
soaked afterthought, dusk pouring like wine
past our parted lips.
By Lyrik Courtney
“BREANNA,” by Lyrik Courtney. ©2018 Lyrik Courtney. Used by permission.