Undoing
By Nandini Dhar
I unwrap
my way out of what everyone
calls the purest.Remove the whitest hues of the moon
to show the scars underneath.I prefer to annul the fable
yoked to repeating mountains
to scratches on maps.With the same two hands that dissect,
I break my mother in two
Smash her limbs
skeleton, ribs.Extract her from calendar pages,
book-covers
archived bookletsAddicted I am to the sound
of her breaking bones,
I retrieve her by splitting
whatshe had never been allowed to become.
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