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Three Poems: Edge/ Race Chronicle en Bref /The Reservation

Three Poems: Edge/ Race Chronicle en Bref /The Reservation

Nathalie Handal

Edge

“A woman is perfected.”
Sylvia Plath

She is bare.
She is open.
Petals around her neck,
the moon on her shoulders,
she stares at the world,
takes it to the edge of
all the words
men weren’t able to invent.

To Rachel

Race Chronicle en Bref

Every time you ask my color
the world is totally silent
and any crack in the song
is not half a dream
it’s an entire country incomplete

 

The Reservation

If you don’t understand
your homeland
hunger makes it all clear

 

 


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