Two Poems Up @ Ordinary Madness, Weasel Press
Two Poems Up @ Ordinary Madness, Weasel Press
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Natural State of Being
Natural State of Being I live between appeared and disappeared, in women's or ghost's clothing. I cross the folds of the mirror and remain lucid, guilty of dead dreams in my consciousness. A bite-proof bird. I lay my eggs on trees in secret islands like a frigatebird. My natural state: wild fruit grove with frost that does not mature, a child in diapers queen of the blind flight. Appear and disappear, a simple skin graft and I am the other and the same. .