“To live free in an unfree space”
My friend, my follower that remains
Blood vessel purple pain
Bring on pink salt healing
A crystal sting on my wound
With skin to rise
Reminds me we belong
Birthed in salt waters the same salt that
Suspends and flavours our brain
Below inflamed toothless gums
Chewing on cured meat – colonial violent savages
White picket soldiers smiling at you
…A-fence
Blood, dried and cracked on a sweated skin surface
A red barren reminder of floods long ago
Many moons of pulling salt lakes
Make me alien to holding my own hand
Underneath a wet pillow of salty tears.
Ancestorial drowning – gasps gifted to my healing lessons,
Lungs filled with blue.
A chosen restriction to determine the s t r e t c h
Mark the scars
To have nothing [ ]
This is what I will do my love
Heal for you
A pinch to measure
Salt my wound
Kill bacteria to crackle skin
Tightening my tongue
Flavour water and life
For legacies of embodied freedom a message for the ages
“to live free in an unfree space”
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