Come find me under the black persimmon tree Mama
where prayers bear wrinkled fruit bear messages home
Come tend me at sunrise like sweeping
a grave offering fresh tortillas
rolled each morning menudo steaming on the stove
My patch of yellowing in the grass my lungs culling holes
in the sweet so close to my palms I can nearly grasp
What does a mouth hold but secrets What tongue in mine
What bone-handled crotch & tissue paper wadded to staunch
the bleeding The boy on the bicycle called my name pulled
it from my mouth like meat from the seed &
his older brother with a truck A hole in the floorboard
A hole in the world
Persimmons call themselves stories
of the gods Mama did you also wake into the mythical
I mean raise yourself hold the cast of yourself
bones splitting as moonstones as midnight undone
Leaves fall across my eyes Mama come find me before I bloom
From Girl with a Death Mask (Indiana University Press, 2018). Copyright © 2018 by Jennifer Givhan. Used with the permission of the author.