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this is yellow / don’t talk to /
me about / blue

you found a new quiet

the look of hunger / or fear / (fear of admitting vulnerability or defending it / is also a hunger).

Even a natural disaster can’t shake off / the disaster that is love, a woundedness that won’t let you skulk away

To prove she’s stronger than you think, she’ll cartwheel past the dogs that / chase her and somersault over the boys with sticks

I made it to New Orleans / and the music wasn’t loud enough

like a lily at dawn / would bend to dew