What We Make

Emily Phillips

 

TWO: AN ERASURE POEM


Few poets
answer
rare provocations
on
ambiguity
According to
the cloistered “Dark”
Less was published
during the Three Hummingbirds
Heat –
secret recreation
garden pop objects and
star culture
claim intimate, territorial, personal pronouns
unerring every claim
private Emily
knowing no
access to sleep
Emily and
her euphoric friend
Ageless
timeless
Draws a mirror
The transcriber depicts
transcends and
provides subsequent…
a mirror
while
Themes of their own time and place
disaffect poets
Emily mirrors
smugness
the interior neglect of our poetry
shuttered
scoffing at torn, small holes

uncovered and noticed!
so am I
Gnomic “I” of Emily
Project on Emily
Positioned as THE female
Her central seclusion and
the damned Master Letters
that notorious infighting
Decisions
will represent
samples vast
demonstrate ideas
Because she exists
fascinated
and reflected in our own
Fantasies

 


VALDA

 

Valda is my name. My mother was obsessed with letters and the power of shapes and meanings they held. She first thought to name me “verte” which she saw in
an article from “LIFE” magazine on Paris, but when she realized it meant “green,” she decided not to. But the “V” shape intrigued her, and she liked the attention it
seemed to grab. It reminded her of picture of the Eiffel Tower that was also in the article. Sort of an upside down “V.” “Valda” was, to her, unique. Not “Veronica” or “Victoria” like white girls. “Valda” had spice. A hint of the exotic. Spain. Mexico. Alluring, and intriguing.

 

But I do wear green, nonetheless. Perhaps my mother sensed something in her womb, because I LOVE green. And I wear it every chance I get. Not just in the spring, but in the dead of winter. I don’t care. Of course, it’s hard to find them, because almost all the clothing out there in the stores is black. Especially these days with everyone trying to be so cool. But green. Well, I like it. No. I love it! Green gives me life. Like I said, it’s not a dull color. It puts life in you. In me. Color give you, gives ME life.

 

So, that’s why, when I woke up this morning and the sun was out, but it was freezing cold, I put on green. My green, snuggly sweater. I knew it would stand out, and keep me warm.

 

And that should have been a good start to my day. My motor to rev me up and get me focused. On my writing. But, no, I didn’t. No writing. And that’s what a friend…you know, I was writing each day when what I would mean to do… oh… what my day was. Well, oh, I WAS doing it. Writing. But you know. You break away from… I but actually… it do make… well, when you can write what your day gonna be. It’s positive! Like the color green. Which I wear as much… I wear as often as I can.

 

But in my writing. I focus on both. Men and women. Men are leaders and I look at it as, in our community… I’m saying this because men are leaders. I look at our community and I don’t see that in our community and I don’t see it. Don’t see that men are good leaders in our community. One that would be setting examples.GOOD examples.

 

I see… the mental breakdown.

 

It’s a mental breakdown!

 

Emily Phillips

EMILY PHILLIPS has just transplanted her roots from years of being abroad,traversing many lands and magical territories. She has an MFA in Scenic Design from UCLA and an MA in Art & Museum Studies from Georgetown University. She is currently looking, learning, and listening.