"twelve months heavy she gnawed on roots and / woven charms to quicken you for living. / [...] tell me how / she grabbed you by the shoulders and pulled you / blue faced screaming / from her womb, how she polished you clean / with precious handfuls of drinking water"
from "negrita" 🖤
better hands • Print + E-book Summary Who breaks the cycle, and what does breaking it cost? Winner of the 2023 Anzaldúa Poetry Prize, better hands eulogizes legacies of violence, underscored by a ferv...
