Again & Again

the girl wants a vest
made of don’t touch my hair

& ancestors’ teeth.
her soul at the bottom of the ocean

like a fable no one spoke of (anymore),
she does not speak (here)—this is how

she became invisible.
the girl wants a cup

made of rainbow & blackness.
the girl wants a word

for no & stop & don’t.
a cauldron of light,

witch, angel (god)—
she swallowed the ashes & bones of sister

ancestors. she wants to become
a balm inside a girl

inside the moon inside herself.
like the end

of a jazz refrain
the girl is twilight

hovering