Mountains grow on my spine.

Palms kiss the earth, legs follow.
Palms kiss the earth, legs follow.

I cried at nights, popsicle in mouth.
Third grade grabbed my face and threw me across the room.

Boys and girls chant;
boys and girls chant,
but I'm not a boy
and I am not a girl.

Mountains grow on my spine.

Palms kiss the earth, legs follow.
Mother, stop feeding me, I don't want to
swallow.

I've so much to tell you.

But where were you
when men grabbed my horns
and tore them out?
Cracking, breaking child soul.

Mother said you would dance with me.
My hands small, you held me.

Spinning to Elvis songs.

My eyes don't see the ghosts yours did.
No voices dance behind my ears.

Was death sweet?
Was the crash loud?
Father, I've grown.

I am an animal.
Mountains grow on my spine.
My palms kiss the earth
and my legs
follow.

You thought of me before you left.

Where are you now?
Do your wings carry you far?

Can you see me?


Do you remember me?





Do you still love me?
Tayanira.