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(very short poetry)
by Valentina Kaquatosh
the silk cord has fallen
from my mother's velvet belly
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don't forget --
ice melts
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I am summer's death delight
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how dark am I against the light
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found buried in blankets
I am lost in the
comfort of fiction
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my ghosts are family
even in memory
they smile without me
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at each breath of sky
the shape of my flesh
a cloud moving out of a sigh
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lick my tongue
kiss a lie
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the secret is in my eyes
I cannot hide my mystery
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within his feathers
a nest of treasures
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I am the bird's song of death
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she is shining me
in the dark
awake
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words visible
as wrinkles
scribbling up
my face
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the butterfly without wings
the chameleon who stings
the honey lover who eats the bee
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eight legs curved
in crescent moon's shape
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what freedom feels like:
when the wild things
kiss you and fondle you
with their musky, feather-fingers
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sometimes
I wear a corset of bumble bees
my waist fuzzy
buzzing
swollen fertile
with aching-to-peace
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time to grow grease black
slick with feathers
and dance upon a sword
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