Salt and Water


Black does not go with blue
My grandmother says
Men with blood of seawater
Dream of resting their feet on land
Seeing their roots grow in fertile earth
Saltwater belongs not to them but to the sea
Their eyes have stolen what is hers
She takes them back
One by one
Then all at once
Black does not go with blue
My mother says
Wives with sharp collarbones rest
Heads on white pillows
Bodies on crisp sheets
Hands clutching pictures
Of sons lost to history
Of husbands found at sea
Taken
One by one
Then all at once
Black does not go with blue
I say
And I do not let it

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