The River Blood metallic and earthy, essential, cleansing, the river of life in our veins. Blood binds us to each other, as humans, as kin, parent to child. Thicker than water, it tells all. The stories of our ancestors are written there. But what happens when your own blood betrays you?
This is the first poem I wrote for this book. This story came to me as a metaphor — the metaphor of blood, and all that it means in terms of biology, family, and community.
I wanted the last line to have two meanings: that Amma's blood is literally betraying her in the form of cancer, and that Reha feels that she, who is part of her mother's blood, has betrayed her mom.
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Nadia Salomon
