Academic journal article Southern Quarterly

My Atlanta

Academic journal article Southern Quarterly

My Atlanta

Article excerpt

I lean on the city, gray cement pillars

anchor me to the rumbling heart of humanity.

We embrace in the sound of moving vehicles.

I lumber along, balancing the city on my back.

My beautiful city of brick and mortar, wood and chains.

I lie on the sidewalk hugging Atlanta to me,

rocking her in her restless sleep; she purrs softly,

supping up my blood. I curl around her asphalt thighs,

listen to her dreaming, sirens wailing;

men in dark uniforms collecting death in plastic bags.

Morning finds her tangled in my love,

eager to stand and let me lean on her backside.

I hitch her to my back, plow the landscape with her paws,

turn a corner, dig up the past and implode it,

plant new buildings, washing them with colors. …

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