The Healer


One night a group of people sent
a woman to my house who wanted to touch

everyone. Her skin was dark, the moonโ€™s
blue hues on her shoulders. She braided

my hair, and all through the night
her mouth moved

in another language. No sound came
from those lips. I tried

to understand, tried to move my lips
as soundlessly as her own for fear

of breaking glass. The woman untied my hair
and braided it again. By morning,

I opened my mouth, and a plague
of flies

was released.