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I Salted de Mud With My Palms but More ah Me Grew

when i was worth a horse,
i escaped in a seagull's mouth,
a canon shot it down into a stream,
for six days i remained hidden in its beak,
until de stream offered me a new grave,
today, children roll me in their games,
they practice leaping & dodging,
i prefer this life, for who was my spirit then?
but a woodlouse feeding on a rotting family,
at least this time i can be there,
when de children's laughter curdles into

wore cornrows & creole
so no one noticed my eyes were inside out
even my family never knew which way to bury me
¡ will forget

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i will remember my family
who did not know in which direction to hug

there need not be
a choreographer for dis part
here, nobody teach we tuh swallow
our hearts every morning
but here we are,
with phantoms drinking tea
in our skulls