Rambunctious. Radical. Raring to go. Reckless.
Have you ever felt like that? I feel all of it and more. I’m coming out of my skin. Out of this old skin, into something…new?
Or is this just me finally coming into bloom?
Whatever it is, it’s electrifying. Or, in the words of poet Nikky Finney, pencilfrying.
Something is definitely afoot. Watch this spot!
The Blackened Alphabet
by Nikky Finney
While others sleep
My black skillet sizzles
Alphabets dance and I hit the return key
On my tired But ever jumping eyes
I want more I hold out for some more
While others just now turn over
shut down alarms
I am on I am on
I am pencilfrying
sweet Black alphabets
in an allnight oil
Lynn Carol Nikky Finney, “The Blackened Alphabet” from Rice. Copyright © 1995 published by Sister Vision: Black Women and Women of Color Press.