the width
for lola polly
(sometimes,
language is not enough.)
manila mountains make the
shape of a woman’s back/
i
am in the small of it/
arms
outstretched in birthright search/
a lightning bolt to severed
bough/
flame to paper/
adam’s hand extended on a cracked
ceiling/
to the west is an ocean/
where my grandmother swam and dove for pearls/
where my grandmother swam and dove for pearls/
black hair twisting and gliding
behind her/
in this place filled with water/
i have inherited the distance/
and reaching.
i have inherited the distance/
and reaching.