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Can he see me? Does he know I see him?
The time his knee hurts. He rubs with large-knuckled fingers.
Does he know that my bones know his bones, marrow jellied?
That together we remember the gazelle.
That together we remember the tobacco fields.
That together we remember grandma and always
having sweet potatoes in our pockets.
My mouth speaks and his ear perks.
He thinks it’s a fly and swats the re-membering away.
Sometimes he’s close to the bubble, his grandchildren at his side.
Face, nose and lips, push through stretching the circle.
Unable to break the membrane, the cord.
The thread that stitches through
a bracelet dangling charms.
All our lives sewn together.
Blood left on the knot pulled tight
cut with teeth.
Rachelle Parker is a Nassawadox born, Brooklyn bred writer. She was selected the winner of the Furious Flower Poetry Prize and Pat Schneider Poetry Contest. She placed third in the Allen Ginsberg Poetry Contest and was an honorable mention in the Pat Dobler Poetry Award. She is a fellow of Tin House Summer Workshop Poetry, Callaloo Creative Writing at Brown University and Willow Arts Alliance. Her work appears in Obsidian: Literature and Art in the African Diaspora, The Adirondack Review, Tupelo Quarterly, Paterson Literary Review, Lips and The New Jersey Council of Teachers of English Journal. She contributed poems to the anthologies: The BreakBeat Poets Volume 2: Black Girl Magic and The Poeming Pigeon: Poems About Food. She serves as poetry editor for Peregrine.