July 37th, November
This poem was written by Diane Exavier in a 12-Month Poetry Collection Generator taught by Angel Nafis
This poem was written by Diane Exavier in a 12-Month Poetry Collection Generator taught by Angel Nafis
one of us to manage. Management is love.
ashore with men, stones in palms.
They cover theirs with desire.
They aim their pleas too close to our temples.
Their dreams will kill us.
or space between oceans
or a black hole’s outermost skin
Return in this family is reclamation of time.
dreaming of
legal pads brimming
with cursive
word processed feelings
bound by spine
to the highest power of
dressers stacked with pill
bottles and cologne, reeking
gummy grains of rice.
a breathless chest.
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