A black hoodie in shadow

Thursday, I am born,

of the white glove’s lazy C-section, twilight
of the gods who couldn’t give my mother
more time, instead unspooled her innards,
attempted anthropomancy, divined her son
a serpent circling the world. My birth
paradoxical, of the myth that this world has
a beginning, an end. To the doctors, my body
grows suspiciously quick. On the block, my head
looms above the branches. Bewitched
by Mercedes, I lose her basketball bet, wear
the pink skirt, pretend rebus, double-headed beast.
Society strikes first. An officer accuses me of looming
over fences. The old heads accuse me of being sweet.
I open my mouth & four canines. I open my mouth
& the cujo’s bat-bitten. I open my mouth & Fenrir’s
wild gnawing the hand that feeds. It is the forgotten
eighth day that something inside me dies inside
of my own mouth and putrefaction sets in. Mourning,
I don black jeans, black hoodie, black menis.
A white man crosses the street when he sees: me,
maggots, muspell, multiple choices in the form
of one question. What follows? What follows.

Bryan Byrdlong

Bryan Byrdlong is a Black writer from Chicago, Illinois. In high school, he was part of Chicago’s Louder than a Bomb poetry slam competition. He graduated from Vanderbilt University where he received an undergraduate English/Creative Writing degree. He has been published in the Nashville Review, Apogee Journal, Pleiades Magazine, and the Kenyon Review. Most recently, he is the Boulevard Magazine 2020 Contest for Emerging Poets winner. He is a graduate of the Helen Zell Writers Program at the University of Michigan and a PhD student in Creative Writing and Literature Student at USC.