TAR

the rain never stopped did it?

Juárez flooded    skin

 

pruned and peeled

concrete walls tumbled

 

water overflowed

picked dirt on the way in

 

making a mess of your home

when your husband comes

 

he will condemn

the wreckage your love

- Evelyn Olmos "That Summer"

My body is the land of milk and Honey,

My soul is the Red Sea.

You made my hips into Masada,

You pretended not to hear my plea.

 

My cheeks are a desert,

dry and scorched by the sun.

-Ava Garfinkel "Masada"

I suffer from white guilt.

Not that I ever did anything to anyone or

that any of my direct ancestors did:

yeoman farmers, craftsmen,

wives birthing until they died or shriveled up,

living off the land, tilling the soil,

cutting the trees, planing the wood.

-James Garrison "White Guilt"