Really, though What if we’re not all perfect Warts and all Defects and all Deficiencies and all Fat stomachs and malicious intent and carelessness and self-doubt and humanity and all What if the things we want the most are the things we need the least And the things we need the most are the things…… Continue reading Run On
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my curves are an ancestral burial ground my soft belly, a soft landing the shallow indents of my collarbones, a steady vantage point I am muscle buried in skin stretch marks, rivulets like a bird’s eye view of the delta at low tide I am a dermatologic wonder – adorned with all manner of speckles…… Continue reading
And so we reach — Arms and fingers stretching, Through the water to the air above Grabbing fistfuls of oxygen to compel ourselves to breathe, To see you were above ground the whole time In suspense of animation. Your breath may catch to realize: The dead animal by the steps in the half-light is…… Continue reading
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