Before I Met You

A poem to my unborn son Before I met you, you were a shadow. In the corner of my eye, darkening my extra thoughts A glimpse of the future sliding…

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The Bitter Heart

Standing at the kitchen window in a splash of yellow light Shucking a head of lettuce quietly, shifting from foot to foot Long flowered apron and easy slippers to toss…

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Colors

Indigo The wash on the walls Dripping into lotus leaves and curled cattails Infused in limestone Surrounded by prayer Sun yellow Surrounded by ice Sipped in quiet Enveloped in hookah…

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Self-Identity

This is all I can be, she thought to herselfMy legs and my arms and my head and my tired heartThey carry the weight of me sometimes gracelessly but the…

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Sometimes It’s Hard

Sometimes it’s hardTo tighten the wordsSo they don’t slip out wrong So they don’t maim or killPerhaps spill a little bloodPerhaps collect a pool of tears No lasting damage Microneedling…

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