Our Lady of Angels

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 homes
mine
yours
ours
theirs
  bear, mountain lion, hare
  citrus, succulents, butter avocado

(ētn)
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

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