Heed by Anna Knowles

Learning our rights

We return opening our own hands

 

We deepened certitude

 

We have overgrown cold ambulances

We were born on impact

 

What do I have left to grab

What shatter in my bad eye

 

What curtain pulls back womanhood

When the tongue bends

When holy water descends to my lips

 

What are you

Without resonance?

 

About Anna Knowles

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