His Own Where: June Jordan
His Own Where: June Jordan
His Own Where: June Jordan
june jordan
introduced by sapphire
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you be different from the dead. All them
tombstones tearing up the ground, look like a lit-
tle city, like a small Manhattan, not exactly. Here
is not the same.
Here, you be bigger than the buildings, bigger
than the little city. You be really different from the
rest, the resting other ones.
Moved in his arms, she make him feel like
smiling. Him, his head an Afro-bush spread free
beside the stones, headstones thinning in the
heavy air. Him, a ready father, a public lover, pri-
vately at last alone with her, with Angela, a half
an hour walk from the hallway where they start
out to hold themselves together in the noisy dark-
ness, kissing, kissed him, kissed her, kissing.
Cemetery let them lie there belly close, their
shoulders now undressed down to the color of the
heat they feel, in lying close, their legs a strong
disturbing of the dust. His own where, own place
for loving made for making love, the cemetery
where nobody guard the dead.
No moon no more
No moon no more
I want to see what I seen before.
Please no surprise
Please no surprise
I just want to see your lovin eyes.