The Trio: Billie Holiday, Harriet Tubman
and Nina SimoneThis scaffolding of bones never forgets
to quiet down the ant's nest
on my foreheadit thunders among the deceitful tongues
and fixes broken crownsmy root comes from afar
and is in good companyto my right
walks a voice
that smells like gardeniasto my left
a maroon
from the underground railroad
is leading
quivering voices
behind me
a pianist
in exile masters
the art of improvisationfacing forward
among dead women
I become a woman
rowing on wavering feetI color shadows
I sing
and I spy
on the lightYarisa Colón Torres: