today, i am unpacking
my inner landscapes and
other topographies
rearranging the map
where the meridian curved and bowed
around the space of you
this business of boundaries
was glorious, indeed,
as i creased and folded to hide the parts of myself
i did not want to see
if i am a country, if i am an exile, then i am partitioned
and my tongue is split between half-spoken languages
even if my heart still pronounces your name with such elegance that
maps peel back their surfaces to reveal
secret skeletons
like my body, with its own feminine landscape –
the one that i am slowly learning to call
a homeland
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