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The world has gone cold
from the frigid wind blowing
from the West.
some of us will wander aimlessly
as a result.
the cold will shake cracks ..
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There's a black crow in my throat
cawing omens
he's saying there's trouble
in my fledgling roots
he wants me to open my eyes
when I do,
..
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So what if your name nevercenters the orbit of a love song?So what, if it never pours like honey from a boy'sheavy tongue?Your mother didn't grace you..
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a poem about my grandmother, and farming, food and love.
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This can't be all bones
all this warm brown skin,
light dancing on its softness
this fleshy heart thumping away
beneath breasts,
drumming so ..
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Give me one day with you
and I'll show you everything.
I'll cook for you.
You'll know that my
stews are too salty and
my soups are without..
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we built an ulcer where your
stomach was,
Whatever we taste and tarnish
what we imprint with the tips of our
fingers
what our eyes soil with o..
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I prefer communicating
through the language of the body
of hands, hips, wet tongues
slowly unlearning
the weighty, twisted vowels of man.
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Fear of being seen and rejected.
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Tried to capture the weird weather between January and June in Colorado
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