I Am Care
‘I have no choice or I have a choice but it is not a choice’
I am part of a battalion of women
who march trance like into cross roads
while traffic is moving
creep into coal seams
sit by unmarked graves
sweep the dust
conceal the stains
in the river I sit naked
clear water laps my ankles
I pull my dress skirt up
cover my face
my voice is speechless
I drop one foot from concrete onto glass
I fall in a diagonal line
when I pick myself up
petals fall
the moon descends
as the last chorister sings
high notes scald the sky
my silk robe hangs
from my bleached frame
my pain is clutched in my fist
I measure out my frame
in fingers and thumbs
I twist tissues into tourniquets
I tell myself lies
I drift under street lights
in a…
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