UNTIL TODAY1
All my poetry has been di-
Agnostic: a [swamp of self-
Deception] best described
As [beautiful and ugly], withal I
Have never written the word "Dys-
Phoria," have not trekked its pink
Pink [wound] about this [land-
Scape of myself]. My [mind], a black
Gash when called "[man]."
A tradition,
It is: my grandmother, committed
To [suicide], took her [grief]
To the streets—
Oncoming traffic, they say.
No one talks about it. How
It, too, was a protest.
How it, too, was [brave].
1 This poem would not exist without Solmaz Sharif's "Desired Appreciation," after Ovid's "Ibis," from Look (Graywolf Press, 2016). The bracketed words or phrases are cribbed from Iyanla Vanzant's Until Today: Daily Devotions for Spiritual Growth & Peace of Mind (Simon & Schuster, 2000). On diagnostic & curative poetry, see "Empathy is an Endpoint: Solmaz Sharif & Rickey Laurentiis in Conversation" published at Sublevel.
