We did not choose

Our boxes when the world was bright and cold and

We knew nothing at all

Not even our own names

But then again we didn’t know

Our own names for many years

Still we chose them

Those names kept hidden

Carved them out of sounds

Breathed life to them and let them

Go go on and ask what they mean I don’t know myself 

They didn’t ask me

Didn’t ask us

Just carved the words to our flesh

Before handing us the knife

Asking us to continue the inscriptions

We just made something up 

My voice it grows deeper by the day her voice

She forgets when tired mine I forget in the face

Of my grandmother and polite society we did not

Dig these graves together and yet we mourn

Together as though we have always been

Something more than strangers

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