American Beech

IF 0.2 Q4 WOMENS STUDIES
Yalie Saweda Kamara
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I don’t mind when she approaches me, a strangeron North Walnut Street, who only tells me about what shesees while reaching two fingers in to retrieveit from my hair. She squints a bit, fights the menaceof hot, silver, Hoosier sun, and relieves me of a problemthat, for her, rests too close to me. A deep plunge into mycurls, I wait to see how far she goes, and because Imiss the hands of the women I know, I think I’d evenlet her hook her unfamiliar fingers into the lace of my wig, but she stops short of me feeling completely like home.It is an American Beech leaf, green as green, as opposite of red;she pulls this weightless raft from inside the crown of me.In small-town, downtown, there is a woman who doesnot know my name, but calls herself my mirror. Haptic grace.She holds the leaf to my face, then releases it to flow slowlydown the vertical river of air to the pewter concrete. I don’t mindwhen she approaches me, a stranger on North Walnut Street,taking a leaf, leaving her fingerprints, to sing and sing and singso close to our skin until I hear my own voice say: I feel you, too. Howmighty. The God portal of human touch.
美国山毛榉
我不介意她走近我,一个住在北核桃街的陌生人,她只会一边告诉我她看到了什么,一边用两根手指从我的头发里抠出来。她眯着眼睛,抵挡着炽热的、银色的、印第安纳州的阳光的威胁,并帮我解决了一个对她来说离我太近的问题。我深扎了一下我的卷发,等着看她能伸多远,因为我想念我认识的女人的手,我想我甚至会让她把她不熟悉的手指钩到我假发的花边上,但她停了下来,我完全感觉像在家里。那是一片美洲山毛榉的叶子,绿得像绿色,而不是红色;她把这个失重的木筏从我的头顶里拉了出来。在小镇的市中心,有一个女人,她不知道我的名字,但自称是我的镜子。触觉恩典。她把树叶举到我的脸上,然后松开,让它顺着垂直的空气之河慢慢流到锡白色的混凝土上。我不介意她走近我,一个北核桃街的陌生人,拿起一片叶子,留下她的指纹,唱啊唱啊唱,如此靠近我们的皮肤,直到我听到自己的声音说:我也感觉得到你。Howmighty。人类接触的上帝之门。
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