C.W.: Abortion
GLASS, KELP
Two nights in a train,
the adagio of her hands
over tiffin boxes of food
She always fed me so singingly
curries, cake, crumble, pita, pizza, cookies, every day a feast
Inside me, love as alga
We were traveling
to her mother’s house
which she still
considered home
because
she could not consider ours
I did not question so much as obsess
Overgrown algae:
fulgent,
filigreeing out of bounds,
can smother
coral reefs
When we spoke of abortion,
I heard
What have you done?/
the words arhythmic timeless.
Her shame aged me girl crouched on the sofa
body curling
& uncurling
its young womb
in high-pitched altos
What is it to be borne?
but she was scared too, the color of her fear, sargassum
In some places, they bang vessels to scare ghosts
Some days I am a ghost of her
like she was a ghost…
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