Bones and flesh
over skin and hair
That’s me
And again, again,
Somewhere
Around the navel
Itches me
I want to grow out of myself
To spill myself out
To plant words
To soak them in tears and sweat
To create a tropical microclimate
In which this interior will grow
To embody
Raise my skin and hair
Outgrow bones and flesh
And finally become more than
myself
In me

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If you're too tired to go out tonight, just think how you'll feel at seventy two!

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