attribution | retribution | transgenerational poetry

she lives so that she can change her face

so that she can say that no part of you

has ever belonged to her

by the time she dies


but she doesn’t know your face

like I do


she has the man who fled

for his life

on her face


he holds on to her face


the features that almost got him killed


holds on to it from another country

presumed alive


my father’s face lives in a different place


her face, foreign matter

escape artist

sends it back to where it never came from

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2022 | Instagram: croque_melpomene

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