Summer’s unbothered streetlights, bitten legs.
In this scene, it’s impolite to say mother, father; to say
this is what will be and cross-legged
find your fifty-seven tales, enact them
to faces who never touched your hair
that lives in the weavings of this rug.
You haven’t seen yet where my ears point
behind cheekbones: the less you retain yourself,
the more I claim you. This passing down must be prophetic.
Tacky brown curtains and mustache-less jobs
I caught through the young person’s worries of older opinions.
The edema of your undereye I missed.
Love me again, not as you would a child,
but a rendition of your Sundays.
Eyebrows and landmarks that festered this gap are all
I can’t tell you.
Madina Tuhbatullina is a poet from Turkmenistan, whose work has been published or is forthcoming in The Indianapolis Review, Spoon River Poetry Review, Tar River Poetry and elsewhere. Her poetry collection Tender Knots was named a finalist for the Black Lawrence Press Immigrant Writing Series. Madina is a Creative Writing MFA candidate at the University of Nevada, Las Vegas and a Managing Editor at Interim.