sometimes my ancestors
holler
right in my ear

“girl if you don’t go get you some joy!”

and i will,
i will.

i want to know joy
this well, this body full of
yes, please and thank you
this blessed rain
let it pour over my upturned face
right into my mouth.

really been in the desert though.
this really been a love drought though.
of course i’m thirsty.

ashamed at all i have drunk
that was not water.