I remember the time before language
Out of earth’s cracked stomach
I was wilderness Before limbs
I was air before voice
I was water collecting sediment
and yet I yearn for this place


Time shudders a hole
inside me an old life
like a polaroid left in the sun
I am always half-leaving


How can you love me
when I pledge myself to the earth
crawl over a bodycalled husband
slip into myself with guttural cadences


when I say your name with such urgency
surely it was the first word uttered by woman


are you the lightoutside the door
or are you with usin the dark

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