CM Burroughs


The First Black Fantasy

takes one mind and one mind’s eye. Desires an organ and hued 

skin awned by thicket. First

 

song then

whetting stone where one kneels before her

 

articulation. She sees herself with irrepressible love, un-

 

conditional giving     over and again     giving. 

Thinks elbow and hinges it, wonders mouth and

 

O’s her lips. The first Black fantasy

 

is incredulous: gentle, experimental, 

figuring from thought to act—therewalk

 

she braces her heel, ankle intoning as bells.

 

Black Pornography

He is what sells, invisible till he un-garments, more noun than known, and 

prays not to cramp in the cut. They make an animal of him, brute star swells 

in spotlight.

Acting is so simple, he thinks, (abdominals lacunae in stage light) the easy 

nature of playing this part. Scant dialogue scams his imperial frame—he is 

so little all that he is.

I am one pure thing, he thinks. I am the one pure thing, he rethinks.

He knows what he’s playing at, occupies the role, and

watches all time his stroke. He would never do to his lover what

the director asks: full nelsons and unsanitary shifts of parts—anything 

the camera wants.

 

Author Bio:

CM Burroughs is Associate Professor of Poetry at Columbia College Chicago. She is the author of two collections: The Vital System (Tupelo Press, 2012) and Master Suffering (Tupelo Press, 2021.) Burroughs’ poetry has appeared in journals and anthologies including Poetry magazine, Callaloo, jubilat, Ploughshares, and Best American Experimental Writing anthology.