Fragments in A Closet
Cover art by Aida Muluneh
I call the water over my head roof.
Now the river is home,
And drowning is an art of living.
A girl opens her mouth . . .
I walk tongue first into myself.
I call her love, and pretend she will stay.
I call my mother life, now she will live forever.
I call my father water.
I call myself wind.
Even as he leaves,
he remains the fluid part of me.