there is a place in the outskirts of La Mosquitia that smells like my grandmother’s embrace

it is indomitable, it is unshaken, it is unmoved

virile roots break through acres of dark soil and replace it with breathing spirals of greenery that could swallow this world

that wild lives laced inside of me and I carry it everywhere

it’s true you’ve never seen it

but I hope you feel it in my absence

shei c.