“my inamorato has tied these weights / to my ankles while he flounders in the foam.”
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“brick red lips— / always smoking a cigarette. / Her mirrored sunglasses reflect this wasteland / as the sun sets behind the mesas.”
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“Show me how to unspool my skin, without screaming;”
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“we are safe in the darkness of the new moon— among peonies, plumeria, and violets"
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“I dreamt of seven serpents surrounding me / as I slept. They feast on my old flesh, / as they hiss Chicomecōātl calls you home.”
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“…not everything / needs to be light and clean—sometimes / chaos is necessary.”
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