we might all enjoy an accidental rendezvous, a chance encounter that adds to our day, and so, with that in mind, here is a poem by Aracelis Girmay, from her collection Kingdom Animalia:
ZEWDIT
Because she has a name
in the book of my family, the book
of my father’s brain & chest,
because everyone who looks
at the old photograph of the birdish
& beautiful child always says
the same thing: Zewdit.
I believe I have an aunt named Zewdit Continue reading “It Occurs To Me That”
Blue Islands, Blue as Ink 