Spillage Poem by Hoda Ablan
Spillage
My mother suspected that whatever was visiting me
in my sleep would rattle the roof of our house
and that my heart was defiled above all else by love
so she poured my dreams into the street roofed only
with accusations
refreshing the lungs of dust
but she overlooked two tears at the bottom of the
bucket
which crept stealthily into her eyes
and have rained down ever since.
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