being nefertiti

 

I would do it for the syllables
the sound of my name
dripping
through pages    
falling
 

from the tongues of men
 

nefertiti
is a poem they would say
see how she walks
see her hands
flutter
and
spread
 

Oh yes      I am a poem
I’d say as I line tombs
with inconclusive
dna     smiling my secret
pharaoh smile
 

but these hands are just birds
gathering lapis lazuli    
birthing daughters
eternally
 

my other selves
and
I
being
 

nefertiti

 

 

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