Sisters

You will grow a thousand times in the bellies of your sisters,
out of every sister a million earthworms are tunneling under this structure till it falls.

Sisters, please hug each other—it heals heads, heals souls.

Just know we have this land.

We are filling its crevices, its caves and forests, its coastlines and holy places, with our mating flesh, with the fierce play of our comrades.

Do not worry—we are not alone: we have brothers in all the hills.

We have brothers as our neighbors, and as comrades.

And the day the wicked hands are chopped off,
our siblings will be free.

M. N.

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