society has censored the shedding uterus.
It blackens into sorrow / As the sad moon fades away
My self-love plummets
when you’re around
This month we’re talking to Jess Rizkallah, Lebanese-American illustrator and writer. She is author of The Magic Which My Body Becomes, a collection of poetry that has been described as dazzling, tender, and – of course – magical.
أسألُ نفسي: لكن إلى أين؟
I cut off the roots that anchor me to the ground.
I will call existence and tell it to comply with me