Cement Wings
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Read more →A 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.