Thunder seizes
fist to throat.
Falling leaves,
tapping fingers
street noises, rain--
all remind me of tears,
our pain--and that
only you get me.
Only you can get me
so crazy with anger
so hungry for peace.
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the three lessons
while I make myself legible to the world my body, who has only one owner is learning to rebel someone holds the book, another gets to ask ...
1 comment:
love this one. esp. the last three lines.
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