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[post_content] => Aisha! says my Columbian grandmother,
Aisha, your ears need piercing.
She inspects
the two
pure ovals
on the side of my head,
and I picture her
among my disapproving aunts,
needle like a sword,
apple like a shield
in her hands
and suddenly
as if she had tapped a baton
on a sheet on of music
it starts: Are you a girl?
Girl? Girl?
Yes, I say and now
only my brother
can save me
but next year he won’t be so cute
and the needle will still be waiting.
[post_title] => Not This Year Grandma
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Aisha! says my Columbian grandmother,
Aisha, your ears need piercing.
She inspects
the two
pure ovals
on the side of my head,
and I picture her
among my disapproving aunts,
needle like a sword,
apple like a shield
in her hands
and suddenly
as if she had tapped a baton
on a sheet on of music
it starts: Are you a girl?
Girl? Girl?
Yes, I say and now
only my brother
can save me
but next year he won’t be so cute
and the needle will still be waiting.