i’m not brave like you,
mama
the girl’s words
were the nectar
of the gods
mama glanced
at the girl
with long legs
and umber curls,
and eyes that looked like
sugared tea
i know,
rani
mama’s words
were the salt
in the wounds
for mama
would move valleys
to reach the mountain
but the girl
would move mountains
to reach the valley
- anon