Poem That Reveals a Small Object Containing a Larger One
Natasha Oladokun

Poem That Reveals a Small Object Containing a Larger One

          after Yona Harvey

I would like nothing more than to believe this is possible.
Beanstalk from kernel. Genie snaking from gold fallopian chute

rubbed the right way. Mary Poppins, pulling a missile out of her
designer carpetbag. Russian doll with Russia in it. A poem

from our dysphoria. A poem out of nowhere. Diagnose me
up and down, somebody somewhere says. Pulling my hair

out strand by strand, I pray God cracks the earth open,
Diluvial Day of Judgment. Create in me a mean art.

A poem for our dysphoria. A poem for toppling babble.
For the kitchen window, framing the way out. A little open.

Natasha Oladokun

lives in Charlottesville, Virginia. Her poetry, essays, and reviews have appeared or are forthcoming in Image, The Hollins Critic, The RS 500, Indie Film Minute, and elsewhere. She holds an MFA from Hollins University, and she currently works at The Virginia Quarterly Review.