SEASONAL AFFECTIVE DISORDER
Why should I be
bullied by December?
Why should I lay still beneath the sweater of
wondering what is cold for?
When July wears her
breasts like a fruit platter
palms plated gold, pouring pink lemonade
into tall turquoise glasses.
Her laughter clinks like ice melting
copper curtains of sweet tea spilling up
from black women's
But it is winter,
and there are no walls of wet heat to
There are no sidewalks glittering in the
waiting for sticky thighs and naked feet to
how it felt to live like grass.
Yes, it is winter
and I am laying
beneath the heaviest
wondering what is cold for.
If not for that time when
can no longer dress in yellow
and winter's bruises begin to
and I become accustomed
to the idea
Indira Allegra narrates images that combine historical
perspectives embedded in an emotional context. She was recently selected
to attend the Voices of Our Nations Arts Foundation writer's workshop, and
was the 2007 featured artist for the Eugene Poetry Slam in Eugene, Oregon.
She is hard of hearing and lives with PTSD and depression.