Unruly
I want To be unruly Unkempt and unyielding Like my daughter’s hair Each morning A mess of matted tendrils From tossing and sweating Fighting with fevered dreams Irreconcilable scenes Unable to be put...
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In an eggshell, we Float happily Carbon blobs and protein Cellular globs still gooey But sustained vertically By umbilical religiosity Believing our own slime To be much protected by The thinnest...
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