Person With Weight

 Person With Weight

    after “Inamorata” by Alejandra Pizarnik 

She is out there

She wears coats and scarves and mittens

and cold-walks the cobblestones

She is me 

and sings

What if she gave up keening?

She loses eyelashes in the wind

Waters shift in the sewers beneath her boots

She sings to scarves, to mittens, to her mother

Mother, what if we gave up keening?

What if I let him never 

turn around to face me never begged 

the buck to lower himself to his knees 

and rub his great horns

on the cobblestone’s edges

What if she gave up keening 

She is me

Would she wait for

the wood shop to roll-close its doors

throw her wails at telephone poles

She and her ghost-mother and her ghost-mother’s mother

would they all could they all 

and the ocean 

would it pick her up

the fish speak and she hear them

and could she touch their whiskers

She is quiet

and me

and the place where keening has been 

is wet