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Summer
2005
Krista Franklin
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VISUAL WORKS
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Krista
Franklin is a poet, visual artist and educator who hails
from Dayton, OH, and currently works and resides in Chicago,
IL.
Her
poems and visual art have appeared in/on several literary
journals and websites, including Nexus Literary and Art Journal,
milk, Warpland, Obsidian III, nocturnes 2: (re)view of the
literary arts, milkmag.org , ambulant.org, and errataandcontradiction.org
.
She
has also been published in the anthologies The Bust Guide
to the New Girl Order and Bum Rush The Page: a Def Poetry
Jam.
She
is a Cave Canem fellow, and was a featured poet in the 2000
New Voices New Worlds Series in St. Louis, MO.
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| krista
franklin, chicago, poet, poetry, performance art, public schools,
teacher, visual artist, def poetry jam, |
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| superwoman
(for r.v. and anna west)
where were
you when I needed you |like right now?
-Stevie Wonder
oh,
no one must've told you/ you're supposed to/ bear the weight/
write the poems/ cook/ do the dishes/ clean the house/ read
to the baby/ play with the baby/ clean up the baby/ clean up
after the baby/ scrub the baby's sticky handprints off the
wall/ scold the baby when he does it/ if you do it later/ he
won't understand why/ remember that/ you must remember this/
be omnipresent/ you can't take your eyes off of him for one
minute
your
man/ you can't take your eyes off of him for one minute/ no
one must've told you/ you have to stroke him/ ego/ dick/ whatever
the moment calls for/ cremate your losses/ place their ashes
in the urn/ which was once your heart/ or release them/ disperse
them over the wind/ of your children's laughter/ these may
be your only choices/ get used to isolation/ be strong/ there
is nobility in strength/ this should comfort you/ strength
in isolation
your
life/ is not your life/ you are the work/ you are the weight/
smile/ listen/ write/ stroke/ comfort/ scrub/ play/ write/
be strong/ ignore the sting of desire/ unfulfillment/ burning
the lining of your stomach/ the poems/ you would write/ swallowed
by the scrubbing/ the playing/ the stroking/ just pretend/
there is no bottomless pit of longing/no love blows/ to the
gut/ no nights/ when life is devouring you
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