Cement Wings
Dust motes twirl, heat oppresses, and concrete walls remarkably lift, seeking impossible…
Read more โA woman's remembrance of vibrant youth shattered by puberty's sudden, shaming, unmagical transformation into loss
Thirty years back
my breasts galloped blindly
on a train rushing through cold fields.
I stood against the cautious yellow bars
dreaming of banana leaves.
Light vanished for a second,
a hot slap on the chest
kneaded puberty with shame.
My body unmagiced
the horses turning to pumpkins.