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Imminent
ОглавлениеYou thicken in me in the hottest June for years.
A soft fist smudges the wall of my womb and at night,
when it is already too hot to sleep, I watch your
elbow soar like a sail and imagine you journeying
upstream, skin pinking at a confluence of rivers,
body uncertain, smirching the bank. You’re waiting
for liberation, foetus shaping in liquid until you
come adrift on a crib-shaped island with the map
of life crumpled in the tiniest palm I can imagine.
I see you unroll its tide-worn edges years later,
when you’ve waded with my handmade limbs
through life’s inky waters. I picture you with my
youthful face and in early morning light, hear
for the first time how you pronounce your name.