often now when i imagine life i think of what should
be finite, the guise of limitability, the desire for stop
are there greeters there [are you one] when we former ghosts arrive
is this sea deceptive, as if alive or an actor, the world masked
in my own way there was a time when i stumbled over a tense: says/said
now, bereft, in anticipation of how night collapses
into its own effluence i conjugate occasions, ask just for time, just a little time,
to get love right
An excerpt from A Toast in the House of Friends by Akilah Oliver (2008)
To hear recordings of Akilah reading her work visit her PennSound page.
Thank you to my friends at Belladona for sending this along. Thank you to Ms. Oliver to being a mother of language.