Poems and Texts

“Three Women / Two Transfers and a Token / One Reincarnation” by Omotara James

Three Women / Two Transfers and a Token / One Reincarnation

(for Max Ritvo)

flossing in the sink or
tweezing on the toilet

or hovering over the pregnant woman
I gave my seat to
when I haven’t been touched in months,

I stare into my reflection: into my mouth
towards the fleshy back        See life
evaporate into nothing—

a hole where there was ivory
once       and I sink like a cavity
into the soft tissue of time, as it is

proof of all we cannot repeat. Ecstatically,

a woman’s baby gurgles
above the engine and the heat. I shift
my eyes.   Open my mouth.   Make sounds.

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