Sunday, June 27, 2021

feeling--recursive


I take the photos in this family
--every time I send one 
to you, sister

you demand to know where I am.
I'm behind the camera,
I travel back

with the sticky facts of tenderness.
What could ever replace  
you reminding me 

to burn like fire, like diamonds
the beloved coal of my body 
hybrid, haptic, whole


[Pic: An indoors kind of day; the kids have to delink settler colonialism and Catan for me every time.]



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