Chew that language— Carefully or the words might Clog your airways Don’t talk with that language in Your mouth Others might see the leftover vowels Clinging to your gums Keep your mouth squeaky or The old language will seep Rush into your bloodstream And reach your roots
The reason I stayed away from my home for a week is not essential to this post. I could not be home and so I stayed with friends and loved ones for a week. The whole experience made me think more about the concept of home than I ever have before. What is it and …
The world is on fire and someone keeps taking all the buckets. These invisible fires are burning the bridges of the world, Creating distance and loneliness. We only see the burns it causes and bodies it leaves Behind -- fingers that died pointing at a neighbor Turned monster by the smoke. Lungs under attack, Drowning …
Image 1: The powerful play their games on our backs. We are the coffee table, the board of the board game - our bodies support their plays. We hold the eliminated chess pieces in our mouths. We are silent, expensive furniture that decorate their homes. Image 2: What if we held tycoon summits in kiddie …
She grew up thinking a white rabbit lived On the surface of the moon, alone and Elusive; sometimes hiding behind the Rotating curtain of the world, always Awake when the sun revealed the bubble, Blue and swirled with shapes of white and green. I grew up thinking borders were the lines That shaped my Powerpuff …
“Simple, you were not born here. You were born in the land of sun and cacti.” Isn’t the sun everywhere? “Look, there are lines.” What are the lines drawn with? “The lines were drawn before us.” And do they work? “Well, I can live with an open window.” So why are the muscles beneath your …
I can count to ten on my fingers— Onetwothreefourfivesixseveneightnineten Now, we can’t breathe. Every second an inhale, A search for oxygen needles In the charred remains of Fourteenth century sins. The House is burning, Invisible flames dig into our throats and Pump viscous fear into our veins— All to throw us over the border. A …
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