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by Mookie Katigbak

Amazon, we call each other,
in the language of what is survived
and lost.
It is a weakness, we admit:
faces we have loved, hands
we have held in our own,
stars that have played their part
in the first intimations of forever.
My amazon-sister,
we have taught hands to forget
the body's ripening to touch
fingers have unlearned
the secret regions of a face.
Some things, we know,
will stay with us forever:
the heart's manner of knowing
what is missed—
absences marked
with initials we have carved
in stone
And the names we have sworn
Never again to remember
become the ones we cannot
readily forget.

 



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