luam, new york

The flies, six
in a metallic pile, identical
green, identical
bristle & gaud.

To see so clearly
the science
in their suits.

And yesterday, the woman
asking, Are you twins?

My sister & I, whose
mothers are different,
whose years are.

From a distance,
are we, species by species,
identical? Each other.
Our needs & moving. Dear Fly,

my Other Life out
splintering, involved
in the evolution:

we are like siblings,
you & I, separated
by many years, & rooms.

Credit

Aracelis Girmay, "luam, new york" from The Black Maria. Copyright © 2016 by Aracelis Girmay. Used by permission of BOA Editions, Ltd., www.boaeditions.org.