It is not her fault I fled
in a tornado, or that the
thousands of miles I put between
powerlessness and myself are the same
miles I put between her and
myself
It is not her fault I dream
in distance, hoping
I can boomerang flashlights to her
across the desert
She is not the darkness.
My sister said,
"Even at the Lemon Tree
I did not wish this on you"
and her voice is citrus blossoms
But how my mother suffers
and how fatigued we've become;
too many years fugitive
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