I wasn’t supposed to have a body. I’m not from a family of bodies.
Then, the light left us off in the dark chamber
My mother and my brother were there.
Could I have my own, apart from the one I was inside
My soul was already confused.
into the world or pulled it out of the world.
All this, I was thinking, still lying there in my mother’s cocktail
frail in the countermusic of my brother’s heart
Then, 48 years later,
And I carried the effect of him afterwards down some coiling stairs
When he was living, we used to dare each other.
From then, we were still living (GenPop Books, 2010)
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