A poem from Jericho Brown's brand new collection The New Testamenta meditation on race, sexuality and contemporary American society. 

Hebrews 13

Once, long ago, in a land I cannot name, 
My lover and my brother both knocked 
At my door like wind in an early winter.
I turned the heat high and poured coffee
Blacker than their hands which shivered
As we sat in silence so thin I had to hum.
They drank with a speed that must have 
Burned their tongues one hot cup then
Another like two bitter friends who only 
Wished to be warm again like two worn
Copies of a holy book bound by words to keep
Watch over my life in the cold and never ever sleep. 

 

Listen to Jericho Brown read Hebrews 13 below: