Meridians: feminism, race, transnationalism 5.2 (2005) 83-84
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Hunger, and: I used to live
HungerAll day I watch the cooking shows, perhaps
for the company of the colours. I have slow,
apricot memories. I think I seek in them
a grandmother and a kitchen heavy
with years. I think I watch
for beginnings, perhaps all beginnings.
A girl learning to keep from crying
when she slices an onion, when
she remembers the country she has left.
All day I watch to keep from crying. [End Page 83]
I used to liveI used to live in a small room
with a narrow bed
and a television at my feet,
a mirror hung on the back of the door.
I lived in the order
of its smallness.
I lie here next to you
and feel the distance
from the walls.
If I held you closer
we would fit
onto a narrow bed.
"Hunger" and "I Used to Live" will appear in my book The Dream in the Next Body. Kwela/Snailpress, Capetown, April 2005.