Past Issues.

I am learning how to scribble poems about

Living, about bodies loving their homes, about

Miracles. I want to pluck hibiscuses without

Thorn-bites on the brittle of my skin. Without

Epiphytes telling me that I’m a home for

Fettered things. I want to beautify a language

& unwear the heaviness of my chest, until

There are no ululations, no burns & no magma

Spilling on the faces of boys.

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