It is in place that we locate ourselves, mark ourselves in relation with others; it is in place that we survive. – Meena Alexander
Within my body, I carry the stories
of my mother, grandmothers,
sisters and aunts. My body carries
their stories of love and loss;
wounds passed on through
bone and blood. Leaving scars,
leaving diminished spirits.
But just as those stars are burning
bright right now, leaving their trails
of light, my body, my beautiful body
will survive, heal and fire.