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In Knowing You, For But a Moment
On the porch, with grooves of woven twine
embedded into the underbelly of my thighs,
I sit and listen intently for you. My ears perked,
with unruly fire-streaked hair tucked behind them, -
Emily Dickinson, What Did You Feel?-
When you languidly grazed hands with a Woman,
had you seen your reflection in Her irises?
Had you wished you could drown in that yearning black void? -
A Newborn Sentience?
Let Her come out of the womb, varnished,
moved so miraculously by phantoms and auras.
Oral embodiments of asking and wonderment.
Ingesting the simplest forms, phonetic emotions. -
Let Me Search
- let me search
- spread across the earth like a wave of miraculous light
- let me search
- where movement makes undeniable sense
- where psychedelic circles vibrate l
- let me search
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Only a Little Out of Twelve Pages
- I Felt no obligation to be apologetic or to hate myself
- I welcomed all of the Love of the world into myself, and it was Beautiful
- mystic and Indomitable.
- (now, today, I am miserable ye
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New Sweet Griefs
Nasturtium (crystalized in spring frost,
even after the sun has wiped the teary sky)
who is unaccompanied and stationery.
Loves
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My Coming Out Story
Growing up when I was younger, I was raised in a very homophobic, transphobic family. I was taught that being anywhere on the LGBTQ spectrum was evil and would send you to hell.
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Christ, or God, or Whatever or Whomever
People’s ideas of Christ here are small, frivolous, watered down with weak will. I could (and have) watch (-ed) Jesus’s (God’s?
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When my hair is a halo in the air
I love trampolines.
I love feeling my strong legs push into the balls of my feet push against the resistance of the springs just before they shoot me into the air.
I love the short time where I am flying higher and higher.
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about she.
she has short and messy dyed red hair
she has dark brown eyes that glow in sunlight
she is silent
she is a good friend
she has fading signed shoes
she is nice
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Miss You
I miss you like I miss my childhood and good God,
I think it's because that's what you were.
You were a childhood fantasy and now you are gone
we're
two teenagers who don't look when we pass in the hall
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diaspora
there is a crack in the eye of man
like glass, the light in the fracture
is split like the millions who came before it
never to reform