Tamara Rockwood

Calypso Praying in the Produce Section

I’m tired. Again, the dawn is bright with truth,

and wild the child divides, as wide as time.

Let time, then, rest my brow, persuade a chime

To release the heated new stars from youth.

These fresh fruits, silent, firm, and wet with tears.

Which face of mine will he refuse to see,

Is it the face of fire when we disagree? 

Many skins have I shed throughout his years.

I wish rage would leave his troubled heart; those

Sour thoughts that point his grazing gaze grows

For death, for roads, for war, for ships, for bows:

Screw the dawn and fuck the sin;

Let me keep him, keep him, keep him, keep him.

Tamarah Rockwood obtained her degree in Creative Writing and Literature from Harvard University and is the Founder and CEO of Bainbridge Island Press. She lives on Bainbridge Island, WA, with her husband and five children, and their flock of ducks.