Currently Enjoying: Patience Agbabi – Josephine Baker Finds Herself

Arggh! Does it get better than this? Palindrome (or mirror) poems seem so hard to write and yet Patience Agbabi seems to do this so effortlessly. Enjoy!  (Also check out her book Bloodshot Monochrome, which includes this poem)

 

 

She picked me up like a slow-burning fuse. I was down that girls’ club used to run in Brixton, on acid for fuel. Lipstick lesbians, techno so hardcore it’s spewing out Audis. She samples my heartbeat and mixes it with vodka on the rocks. I’m her light-skinned, negative, twenty-something, short black wavy-bobbed diva. She purrs La Garçonne, fancy a drink? I say Yes. She’s crossing the Star Bar like it’s a catwalk. So sleek! A string of pearls, her flapper dress studded with low-cut diamonds through my skin, straight to my heart. Twenties chic! She works me up and down. I worship the way she looks.

The way she looks me up and down. I worship twenties chic. She works through my skin, straight to my heart studded with low-cut diamonds. A string of pearls, her flapper dress. Yes! She’s crossing the Star Bar like it’s a catwalk. So sleek she purrs, la garçonne! Fancy a drink? I say. Twenty-something, short, Black, wavy-bobbed diva: Vodka on the rocks, I’m her light-skinned negative. She samples my heartbeat and mixes it with techno so hardcore it’s spewing out Audis on acid for fuel. Lipstick Lesbians, that girls’ club used to run in Brixton like a slow-burning fuse. I was down. She picked me up.