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Gratitude

Let me stretch my mouth wide /
as a summer afternoon /
and say it loud, say it sticky /
say the days and their yellow hands / and the air so open / you could walk inside it


When I Am Queen

This is the song
in the song they thought they knew,
had picked it up on their stroll of mere centuries
until she, not a history, still writing,
wrote it on the floor. And it is too late.


Alibi

We sat together in the country
where men like us can sit together
like this.


In Praise of my Threaded Eyebrows

A seed that gave birth
to a legacy worth each bruised
palm from each time you lose
your grip
& fall to roots or feet,
bare feet.


Macro photo of the red petals of a gerbera flower

The Matador

She tempts / death & leaves me, her mistress in the stands, / silk handkerchief between my teeth.