Shot #9: Failed Duplex
If I am the worst, why does the universe keep blessing me?
Is it because my grandmother prays every night?
When my grandmother prays every night,
she calls me a name I’ve never known for myself.
When faith felt dark & I didn’t know myself,
I thought surely god isn’t sending her to voicemail.
The voicemail I have now is a formality
for those that don’t know me & my grandmother.
My voice tenors on stages brighter than the moon
standing cute next to gorgeous at midnight. My name
lays at bay while I wonder why
the universe keeps blessing me.
About the Author
KB is a Black queer nonbinary miracle. They are the author of the chapbook HOW TO IDENTIFY YOURSELF WITH A WOUND (Kallisto Gaia Press, 2022), winner of the 2021 Saguaro Poetry Prize. They are a 2021 PEN America Emerging Voices fellow. Follow them online at @earthtokb.