THINGS I SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF BUT AM NOT
after Erika L. Sánchez
The only woman I trust in New York is the pharmacist who hands me my Pristiq.
For the first time, I told Adam I loved him and meant it.
I like white male soul singers.
My father thought I’d marry a white man.
I don’t know any words to the Negro National Anthem.
I think death is nothing but a forgotten life.
Jazz funerals show me otherwise.
I did not cry at my father’s funeral.
I was God when I burned every ant with a magnifying glass.
I watch Addams Family Values until I’ve convinced myself Gomez Addams is my father.
I stole a toy beeper in front of a nun who complimented my name.
I’ve stopped trying to hide the fact that I did not cry at my father’s funeral.
I’ve never been on a date with someone I liked.
I have to check the stoves three times until I can fall asleep.
I do not check on my older brother because he never checks on me.
My pastor says depression is nothing more than a demon.
The congregation applauds until their palms bleed.
I go to church on communion Sundays to be a cannibal.
Karisma Price was born and raised in New Orleans, LA and holds a BA in creative writing from Columbia University. She is an MFA candidate in poetry at New York University where she is a Writers in the Public Schools Fellow. Her work has appeared in Four Way Review, Narrative Magazine, Wildness, Glass, Cotton Xenomorph, and elsewhere. Karisma lives in New York City and is a reader for Winter Tangerine. Along with Kwame Opoku-Duku III, she is a founding member of the Unbnd Collective.