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I am made of ghosts — the small, wide-eyed girlwho clutched a juicy pearand smiled for the camerawith ribbons in her…
In peace, these blessings flow.In stillness, we reflect and knowthat we are not alone,only separated by the mortal planethat spans the…
Farewell to bones that scatter in the windand limbs that bow and teeter on the brink.
Remember when we laughedin waves that started with our toesand scrambled higher to our belliesand still rose to suffuse breath and…
Cocooned within these sacred spheresand shooting starbursts soaringover teeming masses of humanity,we cannot help…
Last night I dreamed of heavy things.
I am at once too bigand not big enough
The arc of cheek and sweep of hair
I am both too young and much too oldto be unhappy with the bonesthat form the frame of me —
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