Tag Archives: Kateema Lee

Glimpses

Yesterday I couldn’t see the sky. Perhaps I should’ve opened the blinds, looked upwards and thought about dying leaves, windy winter and future icicles hanging from gutters. Instead, I stayed in bed and watched infomercials showing buff bodies selling the … Continue reading

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Her Body

after Colin Garland’s Sable Venus & Lucille Clifton’s “homage to my hips” Eyes avert from the sight of her form, from the shape of her waist to the curve of her thighs, her free hips crafted in the image of … Continue reading

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Empty Nest

Get away from her you bitch, Ripley yells; Newt calls her mommy. Ripley becomes pyromaniac mama, protecting her young. Every time she cradles Newt’s fragile ragdoll body, ovaries dance like they are young and futile fertile, free to reproduce like … Continue reading

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