Alexandra Watson

Winter 2022 Edition / Poetry

Keep Your Head Up

Alexandra Watson

Keep Your Head Up

 

Grandma says   you have 

only 1 skin         it will scar

Keep your head up

as in look 

on the bright side

and/or 

Look out

Take your headphones out

Don’t walk through [X] alone

Keep your head up

on the bright side

in the park

on the 2 train

2pac said 

things get 

easier.

 

 

 

        Branching paths                    

way                     to go                   wrong                              

back                   straight               turn

to turn                around               again

right                    to know              wrong

 

 

 

 

L o o p

O      O

L o o p

Central Park 

an            ampersand

keeps        losing me 

         back around 

the loop again. 

 

 

For a while 

after 

the murder 

I walk alone 

& defiant 

through 

the park

Get drunk 

enough 

to put 

my bad bitch 

stomp on 

& play 

the music 

loud

accompany 

myself 

through 

the dark 

underpass.

 

 

 

If you know the grid 

don’t                     ask 

don’t                    look 

don’t                    be

the 1                     who

don’t                    belong

 

Fuck wearing a bra & avoiding

Morningside Park &

decency!!!

I can’t stand 

to be respectable 

in Astor Park 

rail thin whitegirls 

don bandanna shirts 

& no one gawks. 

 

 

My dress shows nipples. 

One points up, one down.

 

 

I walk to my aunt’s 

on 115th at dusk

in a summer hot 

as blood. The boys

could be my nephews

could be my sons. 

 

 

 

weird

    to                     begin

  the                     loop

 loop                     to

     begin              the

              weird

 

 

 

When I emerge 

from underground 

check signs 

check angle of light

the grid. 

North is up

West where the page begins.

 

 

 

 

Drunk in Marcus Garvey

where the men call 

me out of my name. 

Keep my head up 

pluck my eyes out

don’t let them see 

green pockets 

shut      clutch 

don’t stumble.

 

 

 

 

 

A head                 a mighty 

heavy                    thing to 

keep up                hold up

The H a bridge     a waist

The H in         Head rolls 

off the                 body off

the                         tongue

 

 

 

 

 

and when

you’re down   

the world has 

got you 

down 

keep your head up 

keep your 

head up keep 

your head up    

keep your head 

up   keep your

 

 

Alexandra Watson is a co-founder and executive editor of Apogee Journal, a publication providing a platform for historically excluded artists and writers. She’s the recipient of the 2019 PEN/Nora Magid Prize for Literary Magazine editing. She is a Lecturer in the First-Year Writing program at Barnard College, where she has received a Provost's Innovative Teaching Grant. Her fiction, poetry, and interviews have appeared or are forthcoming in The South Carolina Review, The Common, The Bennington Review, The Rumpus, Yes Poetry, Nat. Brut., Breadcrumbs, Redivider, PANK, Lit Hub, Apogee, and elsewhere. She has received grants from the New York State Council on the Arts and the Lower Manhattan Cultural Council for community arts programming. She holds a BA from Brown University and an MFA from Columbia School of the Arts.

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