some kinda ecstasy
by Blanche Saffron Kabengele
he said he was done. before. she came doing that thing she always done so well, to him. and he. he objected. silently over flip the damn pancake over. before it burns, to a crisp golden, fuck a cliché brown, nothing else will do,
a reveling in a sigh less flavor, pit in a peach, be one a crying, like sardines, shackled slave bargain basement level, draped in oil, head to fin. like white crackers crumbling remnants, disturbing clothing, interrupting the carpet color flow.
crys into the madness, into the sadness. wishing hard hoping to get back a life, like black grapes dusted and sprinkled sugar sweet to ecstasy.
Blanche Saffron Kabengele studied Intellectual History and holds a PhD in Educational Studies from the University of Cincinnati. She is the author of Quiet as It’s Kept, Me Too, and Other Poetic Expressions of Life, Xlibris Publishers and Conjugal Relationships of Africans and African Americans: A Socio-Cultural Analysis, The Edwin Mellen Press. Her poems have appeared in Eastfork – A Journal of the Arts, For a Better World, Verse-Virtual, W-POESIS, and The Rockford Writers Guild. Blanche is retired and lives in Cincinnati with her husband Peter, enjoying travelling and writing poetry.