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My Mother Says She Sees Him by Rethabile Masilo | Poems Rethabile Likes My Mother Says She Sees Him by Rethabile Masilo She said… I see him outside in that area beyond the house. It must have been the yellow in her eyes. She has had time since he left to scrub them into clear marbles, and allow saltwater to rinse them, but the yellow has stayed, like rust on an abandoned freshwater pipe. When we were young, she would see into our childish dreams with them, in the unforgiving dark. He stands there bent at the waist, refusing to crack or to break, and she describes his teeth, clenched like a beast holds...

Commandments by Rethabile Masilo | Poems Rethabile Likes Commandments by Rethabile Masilo Memory lifts its veil, everybody calls you, but no appearance. Once again, I recall walking nights with you, touching walls toward a light of home's distance lit for those still outside, till that night became another day. I remember ten childhood commandments, how absent loves must be watered and fed with half the force of touch and light and tongue, and half with a winter of wild surmise. Today still the quiet night brings images of walking toward that hill of home, using darkness as a guide there. Then ...