only the morning women & their blue-clean teeth remain women stone-lit & moonshined women erased from their belly laughs pushing dead flowers these unfashionable cotton spaces we rest our tears upon their white-green foundation / they twice exiled dark-boned domestics with a look in the eye & a war-cry despite several home-goings we debate rations sullied hands pushing late evenings & middays back beneath the earth to wait.
.chisaraokwu. (she/her) is an Igbo-American artist & healthcare futurist. Her poetry and essays have appeared in Glass, Obsidian, Tinderbox Poetry, Midnight & Indigo, and others. In 2020, she was awarded a Cave Canem Fellowship in poetry.
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