Red Lineage

A poem inspired by Khadijah Queen’s 2014 Naropa SWP Workshop at the Jack Kerouac School Of Disembodied Poetics.

Red Lineage

My name is string tying the hawk’s leg red.

My mother’s name is springtime in a land she wasn’t born in red.

My father’s name is pencil markings of the bombs red.

My sister’s name is lovely flower red.

My brother’s name is unstoppable fission red.

My grandmother’s name is sorrow on a soft, red wind.

I come from a people known for broken cathedrals, long voyages across the sea and bootlegged moonshine.

Remember me.