About Reparations to Eros
there will be no reparations
May my silence never walk
on the dormant back of a heron.
May it leave a homeopathic drop of luck
on the waters of my trembling body.
May my skin bear no resemblance
to the unshakable epidermis
of a frozen pachyderm.
I'm in debt to a slave driver's arms.
I tasted his fruit,
and I couldn't distinguish
the sour from the sweet.