words fly off the page
fledgling rise
inspired
five fingered tofu breakfast
everyone hates you because you made them high profile
the dangerous word play
the security issue
the asset
the crime
desired ex-pat
wanted only for words
gathered flock of flies
she did not qualify.
underground borders
run by the men
whey
back wren
spinning
stealing her voice
& what of palestine
& what of the silence
& what of domestic
war and peace
so commonplace
that no protest is accepted
& the fuck you
so slight
that that that can never catch you
or her…
& he misses me
only when he has lost
everyone else
as I am only the wind
never the love
& no doves fly here
& how can we become healers
when there is nothing left
with no plants…
& no water…
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