songduciel

songduciel

LA

17 years old

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  • a feast of Cassava

    there is a sweaty girl in the equator

    who sits in the fields of her farm, brewing eyes watching the cassava grow

    she sits in the refreshing heat, a heat that caresses her cheeks and plagues her mind

  • damn you, bill.

    the fabric beneath my soles brushes against the concrete

    cut and cut by the rough edge of this stone world

    i come across a bill

    raising it to my nose i breathe life and death,

    that faint, mysterious scent that has

  • my beautiful lantern

    bare feet carve paths into the snow


     

    a fleck of snow lands on my tongue, dissolving in its warmth 

    flavorless and sweet, the fading taste of candy 

    the salt of the warmth, the iron of red lakes

  • the pin

    i roll off from the table

    landing in a box filled with hay

    finally, i think

    i’ve found my rightful place

    then i look around

    the strings of hay

    entangling themselves 

    i bend myself to fit them

  • relentless

    a dream, swirling in my tired mind, a sequence of letters makes a word.

    my brain aches, an onslaught of countless words and numbers.

    Get up, grasp the dream, make it out.

    Get up, identify it!

    Get up!

    Get up!

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