She left the past with just
a little suitcase in her hand—
a seed— out of the garden
that ejected her. She planted it
and saw it grow into a tree
and then an orchard,
bigger than the one she’d lost.
She gathered up the fruit
to meet her need, but found
it turned to fire on her tongue.
Her children loved her,
but they spoke a different language,
and they didn’t understand her
when she screamed.
Refugee
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