my name is my mother’s exile

Posted: November 3, 2016 in Media

my name is my mother’s exile
geography pulled from under her feet
with no latitude to land, to mark the spot
folded up until disappearing
in turned heads, pretending

my mother’s exile is my name
she haunts my streets
knee deep in drifting stories
bones in my mouth
ghosts, my fingers worry

she never liked the snow

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