All the Perfumes of Arabia
Out damn spot
When will I become clean?
When will the layers of history caked on my skin wash off?
How do I earn the absolution I crave?
Will I ever be whole?
Will my DNA call back into the fold its multitudinal origins?
How do I summon you?
Where do I bury this burden?
Where will it decompose into fertile black earth?
How do I nurture its life spark?