Poems from kamala
individuation, he tells me
You are in the process of individuation and that is why, sometimes
It hurts so much you cannot speak
and Breath...
Sleep tugs me, these days, at so many moments
Into its soft embrace.
I remember when I was young, I would fight it
Worried about wading...
Injured are the voices of
our childrens' darker sisters.
First glances caught our cheekbones at
a slightly different angle,
left...