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This poem is taken from PN Review 253, Volume 46 Number 5, May - June 2020.

Three Poems Christine Roseeta Walker
If Me Did Know

I didn’t know what possessed me
to take the seat of a stranger.

I was on a plane from Montego Bay
when a woman asked

me to exchange seats. I am a good
Jamaican, so I did.

when the plane stopped in London
a man in white shirt

with a pen in him pocket escort me
through a back gate.

‘you didn’t eat your meal’, him say.
‘So you must be a drug

mule!’ A drug-mule? Is what him say
to me? I am a forty nine

year old woman, from the gully. The
only mule I know was

Maas Allen’s old donkey, who had one
good foot and a chewed

off ear. Him showed me to a doctor’s

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