Migration

by Ragnheiður Erla Björnsdóttir

Búferli
Migration

We take off on a halcyon day
clumsily packed

fingers, frozen
disinfect
our bodies
from him

jettison the remnants
remove all traces

scour ourselves
out 

the house adorned
in guilt tumult
cleanlinoise 

but we arise
sigh light 

as if he has never touched mom

as if we are whole

Translated by Meg Matich.