Watch, Listen, Read How to Wear Drama - Dzifa Benson How to Wear Drama For Audre Lorde, For Edith Sitwell Only the day-moon witches of Dahomey, wearing you weighted inside their coiled wrappers of red ankara, know how long you held your hands closed between your thighs, how much pepper of disarray you braved in the shade of a devil’s chin while the holding that folds your throat into your eye is the dark and open purple batik of bubu and nerve. Now, you are your own concert of rakish style, serving skeins of afro puffs entwined with teal trade beads, a gigot sleeved sapeuse chanting into the mirror to the clap of drum language and the wax-resist of Audre’s slant raw silk. If hunters can shoot without missing then you must fly without perching and find pleasure where the bronzed brilliance of your flesh meets the quickening of needlepoint and saffron threads. Because the soft-bellied archives of your body are barely glimpsed, make sure all your colours greet every sun with the armour of cowrie shells, theatre and blood. Poem by Dzifa Benson, commissioned by Poet in the City, University of Liverpool and Loughborough University as part of Poets in Vogue.