The Only Place in the U.S. with Zero COVID Deaths
Copyright © 2022 by Terisa Siagatonu. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on May 26, 2022, by the Academy of American Poets.
Praise the Ocean for teaching me that home is not location as much as it is
belonging where I am wanted
Praise the Ocean for always wanting me
for washing my body in and naming it child
Praise the way the water bites at my ankles
but never breaks the skin
He runs the gun down my sternum
wrists pressed against my breasts
the ink sharp from the lip of the gun’s hum.
Exhale only when he loosens. Carrie captures
all of this on film. Photos failing to
snap my ancestors guiding his hand
down my chest.