Sunday, April 12, 2015

13/30: landai

In honor of these women, today I write landai:

Sisters: they tell us we are not enough!
But they are forests chastising matchsticks.


I loved him too much so he told me to go.
Now I laugh as he begs for a bite!


I fear to go home because I fear I won't want to leave.
Or worse: never want to visit again.


Zurima asked for love, then for fire, then water.
Now all she has is dust, rocks, and stars.


I have seen death, danced with it, kissed.
I ask you: What now do I have to fear?