identity orchard

my head is the skin of a fruit

that hides the sick mush

of what my brain’s become

i’d like to peel it all away

kill it all away

leaving you the fresh rinds

and rotten tangerines

and all of it

so i can find another identity

in the orchards that we walk through

Reviews

[Quickbeam]

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[Jason Baptiste]

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