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caressing the sand with my shadow tanka

caressing  the sand with my shadow I wish I had smile  replacements and a repertoire  of ways of expressing myself

the color of my skin tanka

the color of my skin at the far side of the bars-- voices from behind the wall locked away

his HIV status

his HIV status was positive and he forgot to mention it… I'm burning up the sun to say goodbye* *David Tennant's , says this in a Dr. Who, Doomsday episode

I cross a bridge

I cross a bridge to another bridge day smells of sun and resin… my flesh lost in dreams

we play pool tanka

we play pool with our voices at the edge of the pond fenced in by mountains

a Chinese fish tanka

a Chinese fish hides behind the rocks of a wet heart I know, I was there inside the mirror