Mother

In dreams
I am cradled in the womb of space,
Swaddled in a starry membrane.
My breath curdles in my throat.

I speak in tongues, I call out to my mother.
The shadow of shame sitting heavy on my brow.
I speak in tongues, I call out to my mother.
My hands are clenched, unclenched, clenched.

Blue-tailed hope fills my lungs
and I break the sighs, the portentous constellations
Binding me to my ineptitude
I speak in tongues, I am my mother
And the night, the wide night,
Reflections of my soulwishings.