June 30, 2018

my breasts are sore

the planets make them hurt

tomorrow is a full moon


my body is pulled by the heavens

infinite space without nationality

borderless sky of darkness, living and dead light


moon recognizes every mother on earth

her cycle, her blood,

her ability to reproduce stars


the border patrol doesn’t care. it has orders

from the White House

to separate children from their constellations


nature means nothing

a river / a plain / a family / nothing

even the milky way is undocumented



Amy Shimshon-Santo is a writer, educator, and catalyst who believes the arts and culture are powerful tools for personal and social transformation. Her interdisciplinary work bridges the arts, urban planning, and education.

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