Aracelis Girmay Poems

When the boys are carnivals
we gather round them in the dark room
& they make their noise while drums
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after Marina Wilson
Consider the hands
that write this letter.
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Last night, all night
the dream, the dead
mother, my small sister,
tiny, her mouth
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What to do with this knowledge
that our living is not guaranteed?
Perhaps one day you touch the young branch
of something beautiful. & it grows & grows
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The body, bearing something ordinary as light Opens
as in a room somewhere the friend opens in poppy, in flame, burns & bears the child — out.
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the afterworld sea

there was a water song that we sang
when we were going to fetch river from the river,
it was filled with water sounds
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I run high in my body
on the road toward sea.

I fall in love. The things
the wind is telling me.
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You who cannot hear or cannot know
the terrible intricacies of our species, our minds,
the extent to which we have done
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The beauty of one sister
who loved them so
she smuggled the woodlice
into her pockets & then into
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When I get the call about my brother,
I'm on a stopped train leaving town
& the news packs into me—freight—
though it's him on the other end
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