Guys keep asking
what is my sIze?

Does it matter?
siZe does it really matter?

May I will ask them
what sizE they are?

Does in MatteR?

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oh: baby



4th Draft
11:30 in evening on a plain calm night:
snowy tears
clean white sheets

Oh Baby: Please don’t leave me
Oh Baby: Have I carved myself a statue?
Oh Baby: Please don’t request I live illusionary lives
As I wrap
my torn patched up quilt
around me
I feel a chill
Oh Baby: Don’t sell me in the heartless market
Skinning me like a pork belly
Oh Baby: Please don’t leave
me sitting on my thorny nest
Oh Baby:
Is it winter longing,
ALREADY?
Oh Baby:
I am slipping into slumber
I hurt too much

Kneeling: I lift my wings together
Repenting
Oh Baby: Is it you or I?


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who is art?

she died for art
she got down on her knees for art
she f--Ked for art
she cried for art
she was abandoned by art
she was married to art
she divorced her art
she was resurrected by art

who is art?


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Draft_3



I am veiled
waiting for my beloved

yearning
for my dove/my love



rivers went out from Eden
to water our rose garden

It is May of a previous year
It is Sunday in the Rose Garden

Our river spreads
toward our sides

Eden has communication
With it
a complete union


Strolling through life paths

which is either above or below



tempest sings to me:
it is the path no bird of prey knows

sun drenched sparrows sing to me:
it is the path no panther knows

moon shines upon me:
it is the path I have known

love sings to me:
join me in the rose garden

in a stuffed chair
my lover sat
swallowing me up


My love

My dove

My strong one

My precious one

I want Magnolia trees
to blanket us
with aroma’s
above
below

it is night/it is right

screams stuck on ceilings

I do not want to separate

On skywalls cling all soul glyphs

Join me in the rose garden
they say

when the sun comes

when the sun goes

it’s those DNA genes
bio_scientists proclaimed

I want to get into his gene’s
I exclaimed

After saying goodbye to reproduction
I wanted
to be the mother of his children

I say to myself
women are you smellin’ fumes


Rising to our feet

my love reached for my hand

hummingbirds encircle us

Join me in the rose garden
We say to each other

Blessings are given
to all who exist
who will exist
& who have existed
throughout the all worlds

the upper and lower realms are sacred

May: a later year

I wander in the rose garden

Clocks chime

Join me in the rose garden



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