I tried to remember back then
when she left for a new world
calling me a woman-child
we like two tongues
tied in our two-headedness
when she saw violence in little girls
having no universe except
a naked root in the sun
and too many endings
like nerves staggering from big-breath dads
one breath clear of memories:
any crack, she shone me there
in the dark like starlight, and I,
like a hound kept at it
without knowing
any hunger but hers-
the scant memory of shore lines
the margin of estrangement
forever hanging in the air,
how I give and give
what she could not take.
~Inspired from Aracelis Girmay, The Black Maria, First Estrangement
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