Encounters by Alycia Pirmohamed
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after Sara Ahmed
I pour water from a vase onto my avenues of amaryllis.
My skin speaks to me about her own shadow.
This month alone, I have had twenty dreams
that feature the erosion of my body.
—I am so obsessed with making meaning.
I fall through the word ancestor.
Imagine a life that duplicates within a paragraph.
They arrive one after another, all my repetitions.
I exist in elsewheres. I move from room to room
until I see my reflection in a tall glass.
She is a translation from five years ago with ash on her lip.
Rainwater touches my cheek. This is a new skin memory.
If I could walk through time I would visit the other rains
that touched my other bodies.
I would treat my other bodies with more kindness.
Twenty dreams later and a birthmark still surprises me
in this light. Two birds look like the same dark blot
when swathed in morning fog.
In some photographs I am a silhouette
and only make out the vague curvature of my questions.
In some dreams I lay my subject across the garden.
We face one another. I hand her my rivers.
New women sprout with wet hair.
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Alycia Pirmohamed is the author of the poetry collection Another Way to Split Water (Polygon Books and YesYes Books) and a part of the nature writing project, Field Notes Collective. Her nonfiction debut A Beautiful and Vital Place won the 2023 Nan Shepherd Prize and is forthcoming with Canongate. Alycia currently teaches on the Creative Writing master’s at the University of Cambridge.
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