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the human body is not a house wellthe water is often poisonedor harboring a great,dead thingat the bottom.
Don't build your home next to it.If you ..
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sometimes I want to meet someone I admire and have communication be smooth, and have them not mind my shyness. I want to share stories with people.
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But my body, the old woman in me,
is tired of wandering,
she carries herself like a stunted,
misplaced, gnarled tulip tree,
she mumbles daily o..
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He had a thirst for warm water and rain
she was hungry for black soil and red
clay
so they met at the mouth of the river,
under the forest cano..
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I sometimes wonder what kind of life I could start in this country, and if I have a child, will we be able to understand each other?
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it helps to think of my body as a warm fertile place where lots of greenery thrive.
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He is a death star
he shrinks to lure life closer
he watches, patiently as dust gathers
into jagged spheres and
planets spring, birthing oceans,
..
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I am
the bonsai
sticking stupidly
out of a hill of dry
burning, desert sand,
waiting for the rains to come,
the rains won't come,
but you sh..
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My heart has grown little feet,
she likes to stray and never settles,
always packed and ready
to leave when the wind shifts,
“I'll go wherev..
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That girl is a wraith
Do not speak to her.
Do not touch her.
Do not feed her a single sweet morsel.
Her hunger is unfathomably wide
I've se..
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