The Rainforest is Burning

Down south, the trees are burning–Our jungle symbols.And we, with so little left of animal within us,can’t see through the smoke.Cats, monkeys, snakes,our origins and enemies,bible and biology,alike in homelessness.We’ve long since lost our sense of connection–trees to shelter–But when it rains,we seek the comfort of canopy. Who shelters the rainforest when it burns?No canopy…

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movies

Some nights I wakeat midnight and can’t feel myself.I don’t know where my breath stems or where it ends.For hours, this way:Huffing, puffing, sighing,Flitting in and out of dreams of plane crashes–Where, dancing in my mind’s eyeis some kind of senseless tragedyEvery night.The only kind of movie my brain makes–The kind that leaves meFull of…

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stamped out

I leave a trail of insect corpseson scratched floors–the bodies of innocents.I knew how innocent they werewhen they invaded my space,but some deep aggression in mepressed me to kill them,crush their little stink bug bodiesagainst books, jars, teaspoons.I often wonder if there is a murdererinside of all of us.I am a bug murdererbecause they make…

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She is so beautiful and I love her so

Since the end of this past era,I have learned to love the movement of my body I’m faking it ’till I make ittelling this earthly vessel,you’re ok, girlYou got this And suddenly I do got thisholding my whole to the groundlifting legs to chestloving the stomp of elephant feet to the floor I am a…

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