Incantation

Like a single drop of blood

On the wood of you doorframe

Like the silver of our candlesticks

That we light every Friday

Like the special name they call me

Only when we are alone

Like the secret room in the basement

With books of which no one knows

The name you call me

Is not the one God knows me by

And the ways you seal a pray

Is different than mine

The language you speak

Is never uttered in my house

And you'll never see the red thread

Hidden under my blouse

We are not who we say

Or even who we pretend to be

You and I are of two

Completely different legacies

We are the same river

Of two separate seas