About Reparations to Eros




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 confess, 
I'm in debt to a slave driver's arms.
I tasted his fruit, 
and I couldn't distinguish
the sour from the sweet.

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