Clarity

Let my heart be still.
I fear you no more.
Let my mouth take hold of Her breasts,
for I am home.
Let this rage pass unnoticed.
Tomorrow, I will have forgotten.
Let me dream of distant seas,
for my soul reaches out to them
blindly
when I am awake.

Let me fall asleep in his voice,
for it is only there I find peace
as one finds a clear lake.
Infinite. Untouched.
Let me eat the fruit of Her trees.
Bloated with rotting meat and worms

for I am hungry.
Always hungry, it seems,
for that dark, smooth flesh.

Let me stand in the shadows
of Her storms,
call out for my abuela 
and beg her to teach me to sew.

Now, when I have the courage,
for tomorrow I may wish to be
White. Rich. Uneducated of life.
A real bitch.

Let me have faith in this moment
that at 1:16 pm on May 16th, 2011,
My head and spine have yet again
discovered the lost highway
that connected them 
and that they have taken a necessary drive
together
with the windows down
so they may remember their way
by the distant smell of burning white sage.