The Art Divas
Blog of Rabih Alameddine
Saturday, April 25, 2015
Mariela by Sandra Cisneros
One day you forget his bitter smell
and one day you forget your shame.
You remember how your small cry
rose like a blackbird from the corn,
when you picked yourself up from the earth
how the clouds moved on.
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