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Who is left for me to come home to?

The days are long

I reach for the end

And even it

Does not reach

Back

I think of who I will call

When the last breath comes for me

And the answer is

Phone static

I am a forgotten thing

When sleep comes for my city

She does not remember my name

When the dawn yawns

And finds me awake

Still

No one apologizes

I think this is what they all believe

I deserve

My heart chambers

Hollow forever

Always echoing

This guilt

Until I am nothing

But the worst things I have done

— I would be sorry, but I'm not

We could be worse —

Inspired by Olivia Gatwood

Instead I say: Falasteen

Because I hope

That when the colonizer comes for me

Somebody says my name right in the eulogy

Like my mother intended

With all the history of my homeland

I hope in one final act of rebellion

I refuse to fit comfortable in their mouths

I hope these consonants cut their tongues

I hope they choke on these guttural vowels