Maryam Hessavi

3 Poems

Mango Bruise
(a sonnet)

Inside my right thigh
there is a Neptune bruise
turning to
red moon and

Sparse constellations
in the pores,
drying blood
clotting stars

And a sweet hurt
every time
I send a finger
into space

This mango bruise    each day    gets more
and more, sunny at the heart



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