Honorée Fanonne Jeffers Photo by Sidney A Foster |
Memphis Resurrection
BY HONORÉE FANONNE JEFFERS
Who died and made you Elvis?
—Bumper sticker
The big rock by my door
is a plaster prop, after
all. I’m back to hear
screams for what I can’t
do, couldn’t do forty
years ago. Awkward
pelvic thrusts fooled
the camera and virgins,
but I have no more fish-
fry tunes left to dress
up on brand new plates.
This time around,
I spend all day singing
cracked Mississippi
homilies. Why
did I want to live
forever in the first place?
Salvation felt better dead,
floating home free
while my bones, secret
and brown, mingle
with old dirt.
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