I am a woman, who should be in a museum, A relic for you to look at. I should be packaged in plastic, So when the world ends, and the fire consumes, The smell of one thousand years of petrol, Will escape back to the firmament. Encapsulate and preserve me, Make sure the acumen is…
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Notre Dame is burning. The flames reach the sky to become stars. The stars become black holes in the hearts of Parisians. The city that cradles lovers, and the poets dangling cigarettes on their lips sticky with the syrup of some decadent pastry, have, again, something to write about. They’re all crying. The babies in…
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I want to heal I want my ancestors to visit me before I fall in my grave Their smiling faces Their knowing faces Some look Vietnamese Where did they come from? The colors swirl connected to magnets in the sky The sacred geometry dancing by the custard moon Let’s reconcile Let’s tear a hole in…
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A week after our first kiss, You take me to Paris, Because that’s what the mad ones do, True story. We drink at the airport, Smoke until they call us, I don’t sit with you on the plane, I lose my phone. The bus driver drops us in the city, I realized I don’t speak…
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The rain soaks through my pores, And covers my bones, I am lost in this town, That’s all I know. He steps out from the shadows, With the perfectly coiffed hair, And the cat eyes, What an elegant affair. That sexy leather jacket, That looks like James Dean, I am taken aback, By the magic…
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