Poem #7 Snafu
Snafu*
Burn some sage when you need
to be clear.
Throw some pennies in your
doorway when you run out of money.
Don’t ever place your purse
on the floor if you want to avoid financial difficulties.
(Your son has a hearing a
problem; he will have to wear hearing aids.)
I miss Brooklyn and they
don’t give a fuck stride of a Brooklyn man.
I miss hair extensions, Hip
Hop and Harlem.
I miss cheap Gucci bags and
acrylic nails.
I miss Makeba, Shawanda,
Mecca and Tracy—girls who suck their thumbs, place arms akimbo and tell you
don’t you talk about my momma!
I miss giving people love
just because you like their vibe.
(We can’t hire you because
your Danish isn’t good enough)
Things to do:
Get a job
Learn Danish and oh yeah,
bury your father.
(I don’t think I’ve ever
loved you)
Read a book when you want to
end it all.
Look at your son’s caramel
eyes when you want to leave.
Don’t smoke cigarettes if you
don’t want to get cancer.
(Hvor
lange har du boet her I Danmark?
How long have you lived in Denmark? )
Stop drinking coffee.
Give yourself a footbath.
Finish your novel (oh yeah,
forgot about that one)
Meet Line for dinner.
Eat even when you’re not
hungry.
(Hvorfor
kom du her til Danmark?
Why did you move to Denmark? )
Things to do:
Learn Danish so you can get
into University.
Speak Danish all the time;
it’s the only way you’ll ever learn!
Pick
up Kai!
(Mor,
hvorfor er du sort?
Mommy, why are you Black? )
Don’t talk too much.
Listen more.
Stop apologizing.
Finish what you start.
(Mor
hvorfor er du ikke hvid?
Mommy, why are you not white?)
Don’t be so loud and
definitely stop being so emotional!
Take more pride in how you
look!
Gain some weight!
Don’t have sex.
Have sex.
(God Lesley, can you stop
talking so loud please?)
* “Situation normal: all
fucked up”. Old WWII term
A mishap or mistake generally
caused by incompetence and resulting in delay or confusion (informal)