I am haunted

by wombs filled

and emptied

 

like Adam’s rib

I sometimes carry the scent

 

of lemons, their rinds

round as evil eyes

 

I recite prayers

and my ancestors respond,

 

there is no good, no evil

only sand where language

 

fragments and clumps

when salt rushes to meet it

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