Luminous mound / chrystalline brown / skin / hilled hips / black crown of mangroves

stretched to Mama Sun—

Who say, that one day, I will sink… when all this time, I’ve been floating?

Watched the butterflies nest on me. Fluttered me a poem, soul-lifting.

I plan to be here when the party’s done. After they tote their fill aan find home.

My shores will sweep the mess. Rinse the night’s air with salt aan the cicadas song.

I plan to strip. Drink in the stars aan dance with all the ghosts of me

until I am remapped— a playground of my own.