woman as a river between

by theuglyearring

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I am sand. My eyes grainy, tears brown,
and what of the different tones of bees or flies,
how a sting can kill us?

I’m speaking the language of smokers,
lung-full and wary, breathing a refinery chore,
my eyes black pits, Historically

I was fruit, voluptuous and campy, some might say
exotic, cheekbones native, my hips swaying.

image: here
poem: woman as a river between borders, sheryl luna
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