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Don’t make wavesis good advicefrom a leaky boat. One light year is the distanceone ray of light can travel in one year andthirtylight years away from earthin our infinitely offended universeof waitingan electronic cloud announces our presencefinallyto the unimpressable stars.…
Lacking what they want to seemakes my eyes hungryand eyes can feelonly pain. Once I lived behind thick wallsof glassand my eyes belongedto a different ethictimidly rubbing the edgesof whatever turned them on.Seeing usuallywas a matter of what wasin front…
Everyone wants to knowhow it was in the old dayswith no sun or moon in our colorless skyto warn us we were not insaneonly the harsh searing eyeof unblinking madwomen and mencalling our star a zooand I have no bride…
I knowthe boundaries of my nation liewithin myselfbut when I see old moviesof the final liberation of Pariswith french tanks rumbling over landthat is their own againand old french men weepinghats over their heartssinging a triumphant national anthem My eyes…
No I don’t think you were chicken not to speakI think youafraid I was mama as laserseeking to eat out or change your substanceMawulisa bent on destruction by threatwho might cover youin a thick dark cloud of guilty symbolssmelling of…
In workshops without lightwe have made birdsthat do not singkites that shinebut cannot flywith the speedby which light fallsin the throatof delicate working fireI thought I had discovereda survival kitburiedin the moon’s heartflat and resilient as turtlesa case of tortoise…
Since I don’t want to trip over your silenceover the gap that is youin my darkI will deal how it feelswith youclimbing another impossible mountainwith you goneaway a long time ago. I don’t want my life to be woven or…
In our infancy of action we were women of peacecome to service islands with no bridges in sightin the beginning we all dreamed of an endingbut the wars of our childhood have aged us. When donations of soup from my…
I dream of a place between your breaststo build my house like a havenwhere I plant cropsin your bodyan endless harvestwhere the commonest rockis moonstone and ebony opalgiving milk to all of my hungersand your night comes down upon melike…
Coming togetherit is easier to workafter our bodiesmeetpaper and penneither care nor profitwhether we write or notbut as your body movesunder my handscharged and waitingwe cut the leashyou create me against your thighshilly with imagesmoving through our word countriesmy bodywrites…