It’s been a crazy couple of weeks, and I’ve been turning to poetry more and more as both an outlet for and an interpreter of my emotions recently. This short piece by Safia Elhillo perfectly expresses a lingering fear I’ve been feeling.
self-portrait in case of disappearance
by Safia Elhillo
i am afraid that everyone died & it did not fix the world this was meant to be the afterlife to the burning countries our mothers left behind girls with fathers gone or gone missing sistered to dark boys marked to die & our own bodies scarved & arranged in rows on prayer mats we go missing too & who mourns us who falls into the gap we leave in the world