Poetry Closet
Poetry Closet
Prayer Mat
Prayer Mat
I want to cut it out of me
This ember stitched behind my ribs
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Blab it, who do we become after this poem ends
Blab it, who do we become after this poem ends
Hey
That lanky smile on your face
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The playground is a battlefield
The playground is a battlefield
I am looking for a poet to tell my story
I am looking for a poet
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Self portrait as a doorway
Self portrait as a doorway
You will change
Like how the moon forgets its name each morning
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Crossing the bar
Crossing the bar
After my father died
I tried to die too
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It blooms like peonies
It blooms like peonies
You are a boy with no voice
Yet you keep speaking upon us
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