By Pari
a cable caresses a baby’s neck
the uterine walls panic into seizure
a turbulent birth ends in silence
a memory cries
when she cannot latch onto the breast
two grams crushed
make up for the two acres
we lost in the migration
a man severed from the motherland
within me lives the daughter
mother was told she couldn’t have
a heavy river
I am always bifurcating
butchering cleaving
hacking splitting
slashing slitting
gashing crushing
tearing ripping
open
a succulent
mango
glutinous syrup licks
my sticky thumbs
spare me your civilized ways
of tasting nectar.
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