poems
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poems *
boxes and boxes hadn’t been forgotten
a poet once said, I died a hundred times
heartwarming gesture, mystery.
I’m drawn to the relationship between climate migrations
the horror of loss, my spells and rituals -
a place where encounters with, and feelings,
might coexist peaceably with the spiders.
Of course, this takes more than than if
we all become wild and fearless.
my grandma spent her first five years in an orphanage
kindly requesting a drink
Every intimacy is early!
Cowboy struggles ahead.
To calm down in, especially near, water
is a chance to effect their spells,
in empty juice cartons.
Forgiveness awakens time of renewal.
Let’s talk as if we might very essence
our way through the storm.