With No Punctuation





With No Punctuation


You insist on dealing with my silence
making sure no one rises to my defense

Between the lips of my vulva
scented flowers
open locks
to holes that listen
to what belongs to me

No endless
distances
no monsters
nothing of the low note
minced
by my voice

To be able to sing
with amazement
to sing
with no punctuation
or alarm

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