AMOGELANG MAEPA
YOU BROKE ANOTHER MIRROR, 2020
You broke another mirror
It’s always a battle to arrive here alive
The things that are broken because Thom Yorke said
“You broke another mirror”
The strangers I bit on my way here
The could have avoided fight with the taxi driver, because I was in the mood
And he was not
Practicing wheelwork with my nipples just to give them better skill
Wanting you home to call me a self-loathing poet and that you are bored of me
It’s always a battle to arrive here alive in one piece
Without brightly knocking down carefully inverted film frames
Without being a nervous yellow kite hanging over super hygiene artworks
Without my veins getting thirsty for blood
I am always full of need, hanging too heavy on glass shelves
I don’t know why I fall and don’t get up; stupid body
I will let you make me scream
I am a subtle girl, I let you pick the fight then I spit you out
It’s always a battle to arrive here alive
Right now both of us needs a bath, sick with each other’s heat
I know am not magnificent can we pretend we already met
That we both spill milk on scorching floors and ruin wishes
The nakedness is slowing down now you here, really here
My masochist body against your brutal architecture
There, is your cement smile against the torn floorboards of my skin
Before the first purchase
Before life becomes beautiful even though you say it’s expensive
Before you complain and I laugh
Before I step on my shoelace, scrape my knees, my jazz voice mumbling
Avant Garde to halt the very last taxi
Don’t remember the sound of my name
Remember that it is always a battle to arrive here alive
By Amogelang Maepa