Her body is a cave,
the shape of a nation.
In all the dark spaces,
she has many wombs,
many children. When
they wander out of
her mouth and return
she recognizes them
by the the light
on their skin, like
the stars she fed
them, like snow
she taught them how
to glisten in a storm.
If not for heaven,
mother, why would we
ever leave you?
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