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Lauren K. Alleyne

Lauren K. Alleyne is a native of Trinidad and Tobago. Her work has been awarded prizes such as the 2003 Atlantic Monthly Student Poetry Prize, the Robert Chasen Graduate Poetry Prize at Cornell, an International Publication Prize from The Atlanta Review, and honorable mention in the 2009 Reginald Shepherd Memorial Poetry Prize and the 2003 Gival Press Tri-Language Poetry Contest. She has been published in journals such as Black Arts Quarterly, The Caribbean Writer, The Belleview Literary Review, and Crab Orchard Review among others, as well as in the anthologies Growing Up Girl and Gathering Ground. She is co-editor of From the Heart of Brooklyn, and her chapbook, Dawn In The Kaatskills, was published in April 2008 by Longshore Press.

 

 

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How it Touches Us

For Anjane Maharaj

 

Our teacher trembled at the board as she unravelled

the snarl of events: exhaustion, a nap, the sickening

realization. Our friend was in a coma. We’d gawked

 

at lunchtime around Anjane’s  desk, shuddered at her

calm as she loaded up the insulin, flicked the needle

and slipped it beneath her skin, its live blue tracks.

 

I remember thinking I couldn’t bear to live like that

but day after day when her chair remained empty,

I prayed she would come back to her body. Once,

 

we’d worked together on a project, about the universe

and its partsplanets, stars, atmosphere, black holes.

I couldn’t remember which of us had kept it afterward.

 

The whole class went to the funeral, young and somber

in our crisp collars and dark overalls. We shuffled past

the coffin; she lay white-faced and red-lipped as a doll.

 

The pyre waited at the river, its rough frame wreathed

like a wedding car with marigolds and loud red hibiscus.

Our teacher said we didn’t have to, but we followed her

 

into the crowd gathered on the bank. The fire flung sparks

like little stars. When the pundit lit the torch to the wood

her mother’s wails rose, first a tired thread, then heavier,

 

in thick, tangled knots of grief. When her body moved

I was unafraid; I thought we would witness a miracle,

that she’d get up and walk through those flames grinning.

 

But the motion was mechanical – her muscles stirring

as the tendons and ligaments contracted – a reaction to

the heat. That was all. No act of God. No resurrection.

 

Instead, the bang: her skull shattering, no longer able

to contain her brain as it expanded; the awful realization

that all laws of matter must hold true, that she was gone.

 

 

©2010 Lauren K. Alleyne

 

 

Author Links

 

Three poems by Alleyne in The 2River Review

Three poems by Alleyne in Torch

'A Grab Won't Cure My Feminism': essay by Alleyne in Women's Studies Quarterly

 

 

 

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