Afena

March 11, 2013 § 4 Comments

to get
to
to keep
some
sense of her earth
she has a jar

in it
is clay
dug from
property behind
a hospital

the setting of the empty
procedure of her birth,
arriving alone and named
by a nurse for a goddess

misspelled
on the undated card with
the little footprints

looking as
just another jar would
among
the others
ones of basil
and peppercorn
sage
mustard

she sprinkles some of
its contents on
dishes she prepares
for herself

sometimes before battle
but

usually only on the day
she has been lead to believe
is the day
of her birth

(c) 2013 Fred Whitehead

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