Initial Transmission 12.92.09:36
after Safia Elhillo’s Reconstituted Histories
From God, they told me – four years
of pleading. Tio Miguel’s herbal remedies.
Tio Eugenio’s tragitos de mamajuana. The entirety
of Tia Victoria’s cloister praying to my mother’s viscera.
And now Endeavor’s reentry trails are the path
to my descent. Mae Jemison, channeling Uhura,
“Hailing frequencies open” a half hour down I-45;
extraterrestrial en route, ma’am.
Dr. Vaquero, Space City womb wrangler,
guiding me into orbit. The moon a waning crescent,
the earth a turquoise clock ticking into Capricorn,
landing scheduled for solstice Monday. And God said,
let this mother’s dangerously narrow hips
and the darkest day of the year birth
an alien. The scalpel carving a crescent,
a new moon, a lifetime of border crossing
made manifest, the surgical lamp
beaming me out.
Caesarian answer to Marian devotion.
Hailing frequencies open.