The World is Not GoodPoetry by Jameka Williams
Especially to Kim Kardashian, tender as an egg, crying, her mouth a busted yolk would eat her roasted placenta three meals a day to heal to the heart-shaped ache in her belly asks herself: is there too much beauty in my diet imagines her kidneys growing eyelashes, polished fingernails why are the appetizers the shape of bullets her meals fluttered or moaned once, had known fear after playdates with Beyoncè she becomes so morbid wonders if Apocalypse should ever come will we try to eat her what color does starvation come in anyhow how many loaves of bread can we break from her body will famine reduce men to their essentials: salt and semen what makes some women all steeled bone or chagrin won’t she become gossamer, our last mother to suckle and teethe how many licks does it take to get to the center of her soul this world, regrettably, is poor with explanations: if the End should come tomorrow, Kim concludes, I will give them just a little taste of my pain but only on Hermès dinner plates |
Jameka Williams is from Chester, PA, southeast of metropolitan Philadelphia. Her poetry has been published or is forthcoming in Prelude Magazine, Powder Keg Magazine, Muzzle Magazine, Yemassee Journal, Tupelo Quarterly and Painted Bride Quarterly. Muzzle Magazine nominated her poem, "Yeezus' Wife [when asked what do you actually do]," from their June 2017 issue for "Best of the Net 2017" and the Pushcart Prize. She is pursuing a MFA in creative writing at Northwestern University. She resides in Chicago, IL. |
