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96 pages, Paperback
Published April 26, 2019
you must ask for what you really want
I birth my own body,
unspool,
hand back the rib.
I dream of woman-made
woman, of which
man-made woman cannot conceive.
I birth my own
name from the end of a cord
still pulsing under
eternal, multifloras boughs,
break sac, emerge,
effulgent and ravenous
for a mother-tongue and a mother-land—
Next to me a lion and a lamb
purr in the grass. Every forest is green
and rising,
rising.