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Duplex: Rupture

Hafsa Zulfiqar | Poetry

Mother begins a redundant apology, her dystonia-bound tongue fog-laced & sloppy.

I lay down my body beside her, two empty rinds registered for second-hand lives.

I dream of laying down my body beside her, two empty rinds in second-hand lives.

Mother is a ghost-written version of her mother, a haphazard cut and then paste.

I begin as a ghost-written version of mother but my hunger is a cut and my dreams a paste.
I migrate too far for ghosts, mother, mother’s mother, the sun, and master sea-straddling.

I never migrate too far from ghosts or mother even when I master sea-straddling.

I repeat, repeat, repeat, what is already written for a daughter—inherited trauma.

Mother repeats, repeats, repeats her mother’s history of inherited trauma.
She’s passable for her mother and mother’s mother wanting, waiting, and wilting.

I surpass mother and mother’s mother in wanting, waiting, and wilting.

My words have started to slur, a mirror of my mother’s tongue.

My words slur in my mothertongue as I speak of the sea, a mirror of my mother’s tongue.
Mother begins a redundant apology, her dystonia-bound tongue fog-laced & sloppy.