Tagged: Haiti

along the route of

along the route of
peppers, tomatoes,
and peaches,
the carnival of grilled
mangoes melts
over the tongue
and lingers
like a revelation,
unexpected –
like suddenly
in Port-au-Prince,
and my father
smiling, letting go

rescue mission

rescue mission
they are coming to take away
the children by busloads – how
is sex trafficking any less
harrowing than a baptism
into hellfire and brimstone

under the same guise, they
require the children to leave
their clothes behind, abandoning
the childish names penned
in tape onto their shirts

just like that,
the forgetting begins