I wish I could damn the smog and smoke melting the sky away,
but it’s March and I was sweating at work. On the way there
a woman smiled at me walking slow enough to let the wind taunt
her thighs for the first time since September and I lost myself
in the eyes of a brown boy who looked at me like I was tea
his aunt poured over ice and lemon for him. Today should
be covered in frost, the snow should be up to our knees, but instead
I am in bed with a man I barely know and it’s too hot to move anymore
and I spoke to the woman I know I will love one day and the phone
scorched my ear. Isn’t this beautiful, how summer backed winter
into a corner of the calendar? How the whole city has given its skin
to the God of sun and damp cotton? How somewhere a white bear
might be floating away from its home on a plateau of ice and that too
is gorgeous in its own frightening way.
DANEZ SMITH is a Cave Canem Fellow from St. Paul, MN now living in Madison, WI. He’s a poet, playwright, performer of different things, and a damn good cook. His work has been published in PANK, Orange Quarterly, Illumination, and elsewhere. When not doing that, Danez enjoys the occasional dance battle with his roommate.