creating poetry travel


February 6, 2019

connection: I have constructed & dismantled myself over & over / so that I might understand why I exist / I have sung songs that were not mine (they are all mine) / I have endured bitter winters evergreen / terrified to let needles drop / I have shed bark & tossed my mind into the universe / where others sought depth / I was the shallows // I have tumbled into planets & returned chastised / the voice of Jupiter large in my ears / I have been the mud, the soil & the humus / my heart is the water cycle; my stomach a tidal wave / & all these things mean nothing / if I cannot hold you /

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