in a room of “climate change activists”
my family drowns again
on a microphone for strangers
gnarled white hands grab everywhere
we’ll put you before the money pitch
on a microphone for strangers
I become expert of a tongue I do not speak
we’ll put you before the money pitch
tell them how your mom almost died
I become expert of a tongue I do not speak
my gnarled white hands grab everywhere
I tell them how my mom almost died
& my family drowns again.
Source: Poetry (December 2020)