Copihue Poetry

If Moses Were a Girl

she would have reached out with her hands over the city
and the city would have parted in two.
My side and her side.
She would have wandered into the desert looking for others
and would have left me alone with my ghosts.
She would have whined to the heavenly manna at sunset
about how much I had hurt her.
She would have inscribed upon the tablets,
“you shall have no other friend but me,”
and she would have turned her back to those
I had opened up to.
She would have left me the legacy
of countless therapy hours
and a burning privet hedge.