If I spell my name in bruised melanin
and ink across this mud and breath
made flesh melt down these gold fillings
into an alphabet of love letters
would you recognize your reflection in me
From the collection Prayer Flag Poems. Posted by kind permission of the poet.
You are not fifteen, or twelve, or seventeen— You are a hundred wild centuries And…
This is what you need to know: you need to know that otters wrap themselves…
How did I come to be this particular version of me, and not some other,…
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