I’m on fire
splashes over me like I was thrown in a pool of gasoline
like I went to 1530 and called myself a witch
like I traveled to 1730 and spoke my language
and my skin was burnt and burnt again until I learned the phrase
I’m sorry
so I put myself underground and wish I was somewhere else
and I can speak any language
anywhere
I walk into a paper and look at the time
it’s 2020
I can drive a car and go fast
lights turning
yellow
red
orange
and I see a face
just like mine
on the ground on the ground on the ground
I notice
I’m still on
fire so
I hug a house with
one phrase I unleashed
burn with me
(Image “Proteção extrema contra a dor e o sofrimento I” by Brazilian artist Roasana Paulino. From 2011, used with permission.)