GRANDMOTHER'S EXPLOSIVE DIARRHEA
for Craig Santos Perez
Callused, knobby, aching,
This is my grandmother's anus.
Overworked, but always looking for more to do,
Wrenched open again & again
When it should stay closed.
My grandmother’s explosive diarrhea
Resembles the sound of bowling balls
Dropped into a wooden tub
Filled with moist grapes and papayas.
My grandmother’s anus has been working for 84 years,
This 110 pound woman, weak from
Dehydration, with strength pulsing from her anus like
The vein of an ox.
Could my anus ever be like this?
Could my anus ever experience the pain?
Already my anus looks withered from
The flatulence and loose stools of my 45 years,
45 years of pampered life.
But her every wrinkle tells a story,
Like waves of movement
That have expelled the feces.
The Holocaust caused watery stools,
The depression caused near-catastrophic constipation,
The birth of 4 children caused waste rich with joy.
Her rectum shows the grace of a swan and
The tenacity of a lioness.
Could my rectum ever reach this ironic state?
My grandmother’s anus soaked with wisdom,
Apprehension, and comfort.
Buba’s explosive diarrhea is my afflation,