I shall learn to speak again

Hold my arms  tightly and refuse

So my sister will never know how I fall out of myself

Becoming her mother, her father

Laying my hands over her skin like moss

Burring bins of berries

God, how I love her, she is a mother now

She’s rocking her baby now

Accepting my pain, with a cave, a mouth

An indoor belly holding its breath

Noon doorbells walking

Such truth enfolding our DNA