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Ode to My Grandmother: Two Poems by Hafizah Omar

When I tell you that she’s a witch, I’m not saying like it’s a bad thing. What I / mean is that one time she went to see / someone and said that he was going to die and then he died / the Friday after.

By Hafizah Omar

 

 

Swallow

What if I told you I abandoned God my first blow job
And again, when I ate pork belly for the first time

What’s that got to do with anything, God and pork
God and blow jobs, God and your mother dying

We always joke, my friends and I, the lapsed ones
Babi, that’s always the last to go, the last infraction

What’s in it; desire and shame, sin and pleasure
How that pork belly melts in your mouth, Goddamn

What in our mouth do we swallow, spit, suck the air
Out of our lungs; guilt and grief, release and relief

What’s that got to do with anything, God and pork
God and blow jobs, God and your mother dying

 
 
 
Ode to My Grandmother