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The colors and the shapes
and the flat equalizing plane
Takes us away
From the noise of language
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Here comes a princess:
lovely, athletic, supple, and lean
her strike - like a lightning bolt.
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when i sleep i sleep with my hands between my legs
it looks like i’m praying to my gender
half of this life is given to sleep
what the other half is for i don’t really know
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The forest here is strange:
No echo answers, no shadows fall,
deafened birds don't hear each other — — —
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don’t you open the window my child
don’t open it
the wind will tangle your hair
and then you’ll see
and then you’ll see
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I feel constant guilt as a human
because I could do more than I do
because I seem to always fall behind
and rain falls
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someday
reality will become worthless
your pockets
will fill with sand
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Beyond St. Anne’s and the Bernardines,
where the liturgical calendar
is marked by a family of bells,
the monastery is held
within sand, and hills, and all that is green.
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When I was small, my mother explained the
colors of the flag to me: yellow is the wheat field in
the month that I was born; green is the forest tree in
the summer; red is the blood released so she could be
here to tell me.