Carissa Baldwin-McGinnis
Your suit fit
my soul
like a glove
when
I was your bird
on The mountain
once covered in poppy
in view of captors
+ indigenous chattel
Sabanilla de Oro
then
homeland
now
monsoon of fire
snacking on homesmine
yoursours
theirs
bear, mountain lion, hare
citrus, succulents, butter avocado
(ēt′n)
decimated
Alta+dena
the place
of my <be-LONG-ing>
#long_gone
yet
interactive maps
red triangles
black squares
let you know
when to go home
Though
I
probably
never
will
So, go long
my Lady
go long
Generations
still stand in line
to ride upon your back