Nameless Woman
this letter is not addressed to anyone
but receiver, whoever you are,
i am dying
my body has folded into itself
sprouted brown mold, like rotting fruit
dropped almond, fermented sugarcane
mother, the cells on my tongue
have pulled away from spit
my palms burnt skin, cracked earth
father, i have buried myself in cloth
no flesh shown, my
face a different color,
coffee still, but at a distance
sisters, i have loved you and i
beg you not to cry for me
the healer says the only hope
is the mwaurubaini, or the moringa, so i have
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[1]
Mwaurubaini and moringa are medicinal trees in Tanzania and Mauritius, among other countries, with numerous healing properties.
boiled water, steeped
the leaves until the steam turns
a sickly green, as i descend
to count the forty ways
that i have died
then count again the forty ways
that i will live
and after the death
after being climbed upon, i
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[2]
“Climbed upon” refers to the initiatory spiritual processes of becoming a healer in Tanzania. See anthropologist Stacey Langwick’s book, Bodies, Politics, and African Healing: The Matter of Maladies in Tanzania.
call on them, it is the
branches that respond
only they know how to undo
the spell: where rot and pus
have crept too close to tissue.
where a man, a woman
can sink into
a void of black ash and resurface
with saplings entangled in hair.