A Testimonial. A poem from a dear friend of mine.
In and out my throat
Before my grandmother
climbed out the window
into her next life
she gifted me a pair
of sturdy silver tweezers
I grabbed hold of my lips
flung them wide
climbed aboard my tongue
stretching deep into
the rabbit hole of my throat
and plucked out
A piece of champagne coloured lace,
a dirty rag that looked much like my
grandfather's y-fronts, a weight watcher’s
pamphlet, a mens size 10 brown leather
shoe, a bible with newspaper clippings of
my siblings birth announcements taped
inside the front cover, a suitcase full of
vomit, an orange from 1941, a handful of
dirt from the outback of Australia, a pair
of ankles, a dried branch of rosemary,
a discarded uterus,
a baby girl
with hundreds and thousands
of words carved into her skin
the women in my family
driven to butcher their voice
yet somehow
keep their words alive
~ from the voice of Olivia
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