undo all the ties.

from the air swallowed 
I fertilize
garden bones as if I would my children
preparing first life
and then the subtlety
the pagala death;

I’m on my knees
fragmented; so, a grave
I stir in my bedsheets, knowing none
the woman in my skin or the woman I am.

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