NYU Black Renaissance Noire Spring 2015 - Page 21

3. 5. Why did I wind up over here? Others like me who also lacked the desire to lift their faces and stare directly into the mirror Possibly to accept that one can only flee from something loved, because one’s enemies will always be loyal. At the enemy. They forsake you never. That’s the only thing you bring when you reach the border. Surrounded by the dead, in the middle of atrocious silence, the aftermath of struggle, their hatred and enmity is the only surviving thing. 4. In intergalactic brothels, immersed among ruffians, mugs of escapees from everything, you’ll discover that they couldn’t escape from their enemies. It’s with them that in solitude they dispute and talk into sunrise. Possibly that’s why we all hit the road to the border. Stopping what we are doing to examine in its cracks, detritus of dental floss, hair strands, the grime left behind by other travelers. BRN-SPRING-2015.indb 19 19 Not daring to raise our faces in the bathroom, BLACK RENAISSANCE NOIRE The demarcation of everything. 3/29/15 11:41 AM