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My Soul
My soul
is the sea-skimming air
that whistles through young children’s shells,
mimicking siren calls
It is
the hurricane gusts
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What is Deceit?
Deceit is
the cradling of substance to one’s chest,
cold glass against writhing skin
a walk of shame across white hospital tiles,
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exoticism
grey eyes
stare, openly
at the flesh of elephant plums
raw and hanging, dripping with a sour earthiness
open your fists, green guava
soon dropped upon the shore
of a tall-tiered world, singing of poverty and praises -
Peach tea
i hope you can see my future
in dripping peach tea leaves,
chemically bloated with sweetener
until the silver edges and feminine handle are sticky with syrup
what do the dredges whisper to you, teller? -
watching
behind the blinds, we watch stripes of
empty walls, yellow-wedding sunsets,
watercoloring paper until it frays, fades
against shaky hands, weathered blisters
I do not think you will learn of sacrifice -
a greater evil
Heaven
slowly passes here,
yet I am possessed
of dauntless courage
I satisfy the absence of
no friend
with the enthusiasm of
disappointment
To sustain myself, I commit to paper for the communication
I desire