Our Bodies Remember
by Wangũi wa Kamonji
Come closer,
Talk to me about my body.
It aches nowadays with such strange pains.
I wonder, do these bodies know their ways
Any longer? And when will they remember?
Will the old scattered seeds sprout again?
What time does the class on memory start?
Can you tell me? I don’t want to be late.
Meanwhile, come. Let’s gather close.
This cold pushes knives through
My still young bones. And my chest
Gets thick and heavy, though I carry on breathing.