I dig with bloody fingernails,

Tearing at the earth’s fleshy core.

I begin to unravel the wooden umbilical cord,

Every celtic knot, every split end, every love affair.

I see them all and tenderly unwind them,

How many souls intertwined,

How many passions collide,

How many connections forged.

I inspect and love each one

For I see my own in all this beautiful madness


This poem is about: 
My family
My community


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