Ready to swallow once past its teeth,
a tussle between energy and frequency, so strange.
It’s never the same underneath…
the graceful spirit of plumeria
blooms in golden laces
on brown branches bare…
Now I know the moment that broke me, but I felt the warmth and sweat on my body when I arrived instead. Now I was in a different landing. Finally, I thought…
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the freedom we still have
pregnant writers together
in transport to an unknown place
When I was a child with a just-dead dad,
I sat at the kitchen table after my mother
and brother had gone to bed. I was afraid
what's the difference between the nameless limbs
what's the difference between the raising of the hand
and the raising of the money for the bombs