Golden Syrup and 3 other poems
A visceral surge of captive rage translates to defiant agency, confronting intersectional…
Read more →Haitian mothers, in profound hunger, give infants earth cookies: a desperate, bittersweet act of survival
Even now, in this age
of philanthropy, she
and her sisters eat dirt.
They buy dirt at market
where meat is blackened
by flies and rice, beans, and fruit
are only for the rich.
For her and her sisters,
and for their infants,
the yellow clay of Haiti
is like mother’s milk
(but it is not yet manna
from heaven): mixed
with shortening and salt
and left in the scorch of sun,
the cookies they cut from it
are almost edible.
For her, the cookies
are something less
than a feast, yet
she likes the taste
and her baby draws in
that bittersweetness:
for her and her sisters,
a gift of life. Even now,
their babies’ mouths pull
at their nipples and their own
parched lips are dry as dust.