Madre and Far

My mother calls me by my Birth Name

Porque no estoy muerte

It Rolls 

Off

the tongue


I chose one, my Own

Dos nombres, Dos seres

It forms in her back

Her throat

Gets stuck

I didn’t consider Her

Accento

Y eso es Mi Culpa

Y este es Mi Cuerpo

My father is Back

and Forth

Jeg er

I am

Men ikke

Not Man, Not Wo


One moment

Nå(r)

I’m Near

Og Far


By Kieran Myles-Andrés Tverbakk