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

They say

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



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