I love the land that doesn’t want me. I love a land that doesn’t exist.
Another man spits on Nehro
My family died for your dream
Bring back my family
I have no blood. Just my body and it’s all oil
Your body wants nothing to do with you, stranger.
How many poems must you write to convince yourself?
You have a family? Everyone leaves you and you end up the stranger
You still insist on making eye contact with pain.
Youre bad at goodbyes. Each night you set a plate at dinner for the sister who leaves.
I pluck my ancestor eyes
from their faces and fasten them to mine