I forget to bury myself as I die
On two separate islands. My love, I am ready for our funeral. When they buried my uncle They said the swelling & the bruising from the cancer Had disappeared. God purified him before Taking him back. Me, I am split in two. You watch hungrily As i wash my body One last time Preparing For the earth to Consume me. Your eyes narrow Pupils dilate As i try to clear Your saliva, my blood From my breasts. Your head Inches forward Locks in As i wipe your sweat And bloody fingerprints from Between my thighs. You smile slowly As the ocean water stings My torn arms. I ask Do you think they’ll recognize my body, The imams, the men From our masjid? You don’t answer me at all. Standing erect Staring down into my Sandy wet grave “This is not big enough For her body. Where will i bury the soul?” So carry us home, I say. You don’t have to let me die Here. “No, no This won’t do. I’ll go back home. They can’t see me here.” I’ll carry myself, I say Maybe then i can Tell them all goodbye & hide myself Soul Bones Bruises Blood Hair Breasts All Deep Under the dirt Of my backyard. “You’ve been buried so long I don’t know why you’re Still here.” I step towards the broken island & let the ocean Swallow me whole.
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10/20/2020 04:52:58 pm
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