what they did yesterday afternoon by Warsan Shire
"later that night / i held an atlas in my lap / ran my fingers across the whole world / and whispered / where does it hurt?"
and were you being good to yourself? by Warsan Shire
Dear T., 1. Ah, but you turn thirty today. And wasn't turning older always been a bit liberating and difficult, if only because you're shedding the skin but are still caged in bones you were born with, and only because you're genuinely