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Origins
Naomi Long
[Figures]
[Home Spheres]
They say, I came with the stinging
nettles caught in her hem as she
fled the burning villageThey say, I came with the splitting rain
as she sat on a stone in a cold waitThey say, I came with Siberian gusts
that rushed through her ribs as she
passed the city gatesThey say, I came with the sharp
mulberry wine she served to men
brassy at the barThey say, I came with tears when a
man she refused beat her into
dampness and deeper resolveThey say, I came with an American
soldier who braided her hair, then
roped us both across miles of
swollen waterThey say, I came reluctantly like a
frozen bud that prefers to sleep for
centuries before wakingThey say, I came with rootless feet that
stray toward unfamiliar territoriesThey say, I'm from nowhere in
particular, a roving accidentI'm at home among sand dunes routed
by winds, the parched scent of
black persimmons
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