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For Ayesha Talib Wissanji (because)
Inside every momentpoems passed me bythat I could never transcribe
Hey you. Yes, you!Will you listen to the jibber-jabber that I harbor? Or maybe just pretend to be hearing (if not listening).
To the many hearts I’ve touchedTo the hearts that were crushedTo the lungs inflated to the few…
There are days like these when one wrongly placed word by youcould send me into the valley of darkness.There are days like…
Sounds like a name for a Roman Emperor or gladiator from the Circus Maximus.
In thought, upon his iv’ry throne,in courtly robes sat Marrow Boneswith hateful grin from lack of lipshe clicked his bony finger tips.
I’m not just another pretty plant, you know. I happen to play an integral role in the life cycle of the majestic monarch butterfly…
You are …sleeping.
And I am awake.