I am not my
hair
nor my home
nor my sofa
all yellow
to match my
teeth
I am
something much smaller
I ache with generations of pain
there is a
battle
somewhere deep
in the middle of
my bones where
good and evil play
out a tired tale of
dichotomy I deny
even as it rips
through my joints
like fire through
a dry forest
everything crackling
to a flame
somewhere else
deeper inside
my bones there’s
a whole
beach of
eroded
dreams I
inherited
from my
mother
her tears
lap my shore
like a
mermaid
yearning for
legs
just for a
day even
just to feel
the earth
under her
feet
just once the
heat
of our
ancestors
between her
toes
I need this
beach
the way I
need bones
to wade into
water
on a hot day
the way she
needs me
to hold her
sand
to carry it
with me
to and fro
across the borders
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