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to live is
to live is to see the sorrows of others
to long for the song of your mom
to stroke the head of your black dog
to live is to see the sorrows of others
to greet at the sound of your father’s feet
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our obituary
if i don’t take something from you
ill take the other.
i’ll wash your oceans down to my essence
and eat the dirt that gives you life
the schools of fish shall go to my offspring
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salt cube
i can only imagine the salt of the sea and
the schools of tuna that end up in my bowl
they swim through the eternity that melts into the sky
surviving the harsh summers
mating through the comforting winters
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the unbakeable bread
i wish to mold you into a favored bread
bake you until pleasurable consumption
but only one piece of you.
you are not even to be baked. you are not a you
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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
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Loves
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Girl Why Him
train marriage
limp white chrysanthemum limbs
bent around the black oiled cables
screeching in rattling orbit until final ends
when the dog barks at the falling train
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I Promise You
I promise you I care
This I know for sure.
I promise you I’m here
Just maybe not to stay.
I promise you I’m fine
Just in my own way.
I promise you I’m trying
I swear I always have been.