Sonnet 291 min read


Ama Codjoe
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Ghost or angel, you never leave me.

You cinch my waist like the skirt of scales

I slipped out of. Breathing becomes

labored, like gulps of air a swimmer takes

head–turned. Tonight, I decide to stay

in the husk of a woman; to peel over bruises.

What’s left of me, the inside part, the round

eye of seed and fruit, sees only you.

Although I cannot touch you, though

I tire of calling your name, what sad

fury, what waiting, what want sharks around me

in a circle. If I survive: row

my way again to shore. The vultures, mad

with fever, will smell a new life crowning.

  • Ama Codjoe

    Ama Codjoe is an educator, dance artist, and emerging poet with roots in Memphis and Accra.  She received her B.A. in English from Brown University and her M.F.A. in dance performance from Ohio State University where she was a Presidential Fellow.  Ama has received fellowships from Cave Canem and Callaloo.  Her poems have been published in the Tidal Basin Review, Washington Square Review, and The Feminist Wire. Ama currently lives in the Bronx, New York where she is the Associate Director of the DreamYard Art Center and the Lead Teaching Artist of the arts and activism program, The ACTION Project.

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