For Warsan
Hear her
You will fall into her well
intoxicated in her depths
Her voice, flavored, spiced rum
Her intellect, clear, Russian vodka
Her truth, painful, white lightning
Her beauty, full, Mourvèdre
Her medicine, holy, Tequila plata
you will drown willingly
drunkenly denouncing the air,
soberly praising the glistening abyss of her spring water
