We have carried the weight of their names on our tongues, in our hearts, and it has been heavy. But now, let us lay that weight down, not in forgetting, but in honoring.
‘YOU CUT MY CHEST OPEN / GRIEF IS NOT AN EMPTY SMOKE / YESTERDAY IS A MONOGRAM STITCHED INSIDE MY TONGUE | three poems by Annah Atane
My beauty is parched my teeth can no longer hold laughter
yesterday is a monogram stitched inside my tongue