for my sister
it’s a drunkintheafternoon kind of day
wrung out acronyms come up on my keyboard
instead of my sister’s name
this is the place of the abbreviated form
shortened breath shortened deaths short cuts to belonging
as if we could ever hold
in one phrase the anger the pain the tired of the four
for repatriation for justice for equity for becoming
nothing beneath my fingers
a void of modernity autocorrects my anguish
in case i wasn’t watching paying attention
seeing there are mountains between us
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Photography by Karen Davis