i went home i went missing
built a shrine to all my manmade hurts
my manmade limits my borders [i don’t
like to be touched] i zip in & out of my
mottled body smudged up in fingerprints
& in teeth i reach for the saffron of
the light & paint myself powder my
face with my homeland turned to dust
& all i’ve got in my hands are the infinite
variations of myself a girl by another
name looking down one day as my
grandmother did before me to see my
hands wrinkling like rivers seen from above