"This the month summer and winter fall into each other and leave orange yellow ashes, the vibrancy of death, carry it all in my belly, cut on the cusp of libra tail, tip the scales, tonight it is raining in the tradition of my parents, wanted a daughter not a writer ... leaves and leaving have known my name intimately, I harvest pumpkins to offer the river, eat buttered phoenix meat to celebrate a new year, new cipher for my belly, I got a new name, secret nobody knows, leaving won't know where to find me, October gonna hide me in her harvest, in her seasons, Happy birthday daughter of the falling." - Suheir Hammad
Photo is "In October" - from raun.
"This the month summer and winter fall into each other and leave orange yellow ashes, the vibrancy of death, carry it all in my belly, cut on the cusp of libra tail, tip the scales, tonight it is raining in the tradition of my parents, wanted a daughter not a writer ... leaves and leaving have known my name intimately, I harvest pumpkins to offer the river, eat buttered phoenix meat to celebrate a new year, new cipher for my belly, I got a new name, secret nobody knows, leaving won't know where to find me, October gonna hide me in her harvest, in her seasons, Happy birthday daughter of the falling." - Suheir Hammad