Nafis, Angel 2017
Angel, 102-degree fever.
Angel, long-gone lavender in a dirty-water vase.
Angel don’t touch me here or there or there.
Can you smell me?
– Angel Nafis, “Angel Nafis”
Read this interview with Angel Nafis from Entropy Magazine:
Dinnerview: Angel Nafis
Angel Nafis is a Cave Canem Fellow and a Millay Colony for the Arts Fellow. Her work has appeared in The Rattling Wall, The BreakBeat Poets Anthology, MUZZLE Magazine, The Rumpus and Poetry Magazine. She has represented the LouderArts Poetry Project at both the National Poetry Slam and the Women of the World Poetry Slam in 2011.
If you miss your stop. Or lose love. If even the medicine hurts too.
Even when your side-eye, your face stank, still, your heart moans bride.
Fuck the fog back off the mirror. Trust the road in your name. Ride
Your moon hide through the pitch black. Gotsta be your own bride.
– Angel Nafis, “Ghazal for Becoming Your Own Country”
Watch Angel Nafis read “Conspiracy: a Suite” at WordXWord Festival:
