No Death at the Dinner Table
A holiday poem of Black joy
We never actually pull up to the holiday table
with shrapnel on our tongues or blood in our eyes
and that is the miracle
Black magic is the ability to make a burning world vanish
to make the mac & cheese of your culinary-challenged auntie
disappear no matter how burnt the crust may be
because you know she cooked it with the best in…
