Leave me alone,
The door is etched with sidewalk scratches
Blood or chalk will paint my walls.
My phone case smells of last tuesday, my breath
Smells of you. We celebrate our angst with massacres.
I’ve been stretched apart and taped back together,
Banded like pangaea, my tectonic plates frail from my inner
Earthquakes.
My inner earth.
The crust has always been cracked
But have you ever seen
Raw gold molten?
NO SOLICITORS PLEASE
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belly buttons and beating hearts
I clung to my baby blanket that wrapped around my limbs. my limbs, small and swollen, cushioned by my mother's organs. I was warm, I clung to the insulation of two beating hearts.
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grapefruit sacrifice
cut in half in a ceramic bowl, the edge of the spoon carves out the meat from the middle, sawing at the membrane that encases the pulp.
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Confession
the contents of the atlantic
are tucked behind my ear.
the other isles have oozed into my hair
parasitcally working their way down my throat
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