When I die will I be transformed into a falcon of gold, into a dusty blue-tailed swallow, into a heron standing sentinel at the edge of the marsh? I look through the Egyptian Book of the Dead for a spell to help me remember not only my namebut each thin… | By Luisa A. Igloria on September 25, 2024 | When I die will I be transformed into a falcon of gold, into a dusty blue-tailed swallow, into a heron standing sentinel at the edge of the marsh? I look through the Egyptian Book of the Dead for a spell to help me remember not only my name but each thing of delight I have tried to make in this world, and the shape and pulse of this flawed but beating heart. The indentations left by all I love pock its ruddy surface—I feel the sting of every moment that they leave their mark, careen from high to low, stun themselves against a pane of window glass, before staggering back up again. | | | |
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