Asiya Wadud

Calais, onward

empire wrought boundless
mollusked isle full light
moored light come light
a sepulcher if not
mark a journey supplicate
pray mohammed
and fatima
pray amira
and insh’allah
a litany
of all the names
of all the men
the women. all
our progeny
every chaos every need
our best maps
what mattered what became
a book of prayers
saved for daylight
and moonlight
and damned light
to retrieve a body
all. these days
we remembered
to make it, to mourn
to mark a journey
a white shrift unsullied
mash’allah my god
can deliver my god
saves face my god
solemn hunter my god
a privation my god
in the light call it, pilgrimage
call it crystalline, call it
empire call it
salt honed call it
calais onward
london

jamila

most the year there are two cats we have a house
there are three bedrooms no furniture just brown carpet
you sink featherweight cats chase a noon sun freshkills
Fibonacci sunflowers honeybees’ catacombs

most the year there are two cats, funereal
limitless Jamilas, kittens’ names
I’ll never know, just the stolid matriarch
of all Jamilas. On Labor Day 1991 two cats
birthed fifteen kitten kin combined, all survived. I dipped their
silken caully heads into my mouth and transmute a Eucharistic
spes unica, spes unica, spes unica succumb, take their
mews into my mouth, smother comfort their new world calls

the kittens’ slat eyes open, we send them out, each time
one Jamila passes another forms from the ash
Jamila as moored light Jamila as metronome Jamila ancient
gaped childhood wild, Jamila as arbiter and mother
quell a doomiest hapless truth as the others retreat
restless though assured: from this another comes

Asiya Wadud

Asiya Wadud is a poet and second grade teacher. Her newest poems can be found in SUBLEVEL and Sixth Finch and she has pieces forthcoming in the Chicago Review, Best American Experimental Writing, Makhzin, and 111O/10, among others. She is a current Lower Manhattan Cultural Council Process Space Artist in Residence and was a finalist for a 2017 New York Foundation for the Arts Poetry Fellowship. In 2017, Portable Press at Yo-Yo Labs published her chapbook, we, too, are but the fold and her first book, crosslight for youngbird, is forthcoming from Nightboat Books in 2018. She lives in Brooklyn, New York, where she loves animals.