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I’m imagining your frame every angle and every plane I’m imagining your smell the one that mingled with mine once upon a time thoughts of you are picketing my brain they refuse to work such long hours without rest in unstable conditions at best they’re out there every day holding up there signs and thoughts [...]
I would have returned your greeting if it weren’t for the way you were looking at me this street is not a market and I am not a commodity don’t you find it sad that we can’t even say hello ’cause you’re a man and I’m a woman and the sun is getting low there [...]
lying on the floor four stories high in the corridor between the asphalt and the sky I am caught like bottled water the light daughter I wonder what you look like under your t-shirt I wonder what you sound like when you’re not wearing words I wonder what we have when we’re not pretending it’s [...]
for lucille clifton I opened a bank account when I was nine years old I closed it when I was eighteen I gave them every penny that I’d saved and they gave my blood and my urine a number now I’m sitting in this waiting room playing with the toys and I am here to [...]