He says: I want it to smell / like the real thing. // The real thing / is a landscape // of work and death–– / the names of our ancestors // slack in our mouths, / just the art of loving // your family line enough / to reproduce it.
POETRY
Ode
I wanted to stay forever in / that rocking place.
MICRO
(Reassignment)
illness is an appropriate
body in the polity
state
HERE/YOU ARE
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I grow deeper into myself; simultaneously, the hinges begin to swing.
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look / we all become our worst stories / this is mine / I went
back / for more / nobody made me do that / I just hated being ignored
