“We, Made of Bone” by Mahtem Shiferraw

“We, Made of Bone” by Mahtem Shiferraw

These days, I refuse to let you see me
the way I see myself.

 

I wake up in the morning not knowing
whether I will make it through the day;

 

reminding myself of the small, small things
I’ve forgotten to marvel in;

 

these trees, blood-free and bone-dry
have come to rescue me more than once,

 

but my saving often requires hiding
yet they stand so tall, so slim and gluttonous

 

refusing to contain me; even baobab trees
will split open at my command, and

 

carve out fleshless wombs to welcome me.
I must fall out of love of the world

 

without me in it, but my loves have
long gone, and left me in a foreign land

 

where once I was made of bone,
now water, now nothing.

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