Indulge in her brown skin because it reminds you of mother. Rape her mind, because it is not your own, but so sweet, so familiar. Like coming home to a native land your pale and inbred hands can only faintly fathom. Lost Lost is a puzzle of stars that breathes like water and chews like stone. Alone is a reminder of how far your acceptance is from your understanding.
Fear is a bird that believes itself into extinction.
I am not from here I am not from here, my hair smells of the wind and is full of constellations, and I move about this world with a healthy disbelief. And I approach my days and my work with vaporous consequence a touch that is translucent, but can violate stone. As A Child As a child I walked with noisy fingers along the hemline of so many meadows of back home. Green fabric stretched out, shy earth, shock of sky. I'd sit on logs like pulpets, listen to the sermon of sparrows and find god in simplicity there amongst the dandelion and thorn.