Four Lokos and Forty Ounces

by Ophelia Knight

Photo by Mateusz Dach:

In every ghetto there is a being nicknamed SEXY ________
     @ 8:30am they rise  
mixing Florida water and watching as the rhinestones fall 
    from thrifted applebottom jeans 
   they have grandmothers that kneel in church pews & call on  
their singular version of Jehovah 
       taking baths in milk  
    clouded with lavender bubble bath
   tendrils of kanekalon dyed 1 – F27/22 
“being alive and being a woman” is chanted subliminally while hips thrust 
 gathering materials to pass down through generations
all of the men in our families have hidden 4 Lokos in their back seats   
spending the last of their coins on Forty Ounces  
& loose cigarettes  
          holding plastic bags as carriers of community 
          we have convinced ourselves  
sorrow does not look like this 

Category: Featured, Poetry

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