Adrie Kusserow: Bus Station, Kampala, Uganda
For Willem, age 3
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We are lost.
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Holding you tight,
the drunks pawing me
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as I weave through the stalls
sticky with beer and urine
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looking for a way to get us out.
Gray buses wheeze over the colossal potholes,
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barnacles of street kids
clinging to their sides.
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I don’t know if you know it,
but we are winding through alleys
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where dogs bleed from their butts,
a freshly pummeled woman
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lies like pounded meat in the gutter,
reeling from the punches for requesting a condom,
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or if you hear the gurgle that is blood in her cheek
as she slumps into a puddle
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while the drunken crowd jeers.
Meanwhile, back at the Lake Victoria hotel,
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the hibiscus lashes its red
tongue into the cool night,
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wealthy muzungus* spread their stiff white napkins
starched and white as calla lilies.
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Hush, sweet boy,
swollen broken nests of these slums,
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I can hardly breathe
but for the rotting and the birthing.
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For now, cooing, clueless, you can hardly see the difference
between the squashed condom
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the man threw at her in disgust and the crushed
lily flattened by the muzungu’s high heel,
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between the bleeding, the bleeding from everywhere there is an opening
and the languid arch of the red hibiscus
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sprawled against the night.
*Muzungu is the East African word for white person.
Adrie Kusserow is a cultural anthropologist who works with Sudanese refugees in trying to build schools in war-worn South Sudan. Currently an associate professor of Cultural Anthropology at St. Michael’s College in Vermont, Kusserow earned her PhD in Social Anthropology from Harvard University. She is the author of two collections of poetry, both published by BOA Editions, Hunting Down the Monk (2002), and Refuge (2013).
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Copyright 2013 Adrie Kusserow
