Poems from gjmichae@ucsc.edu
I’m thinking about my body as a container.
Just one third of a page, but still containing multitudes.
I’m thinking of all the voices in my...
I’m thinking about my body as a container.
Just one third of a page, but still containing multitudes.
I’m thinking of all the voices in my...
“I find your garb, with every malice held there,
To assault me -here in my sanctuary!-
The one solace and shield where I may be bare...
“I find your garb, with every malice held there,
To assault me -here in my sanctuary!-
The one solace and shield where I may be bare...
I had a dream that I had the S on my Chest.
I was floating in an asteroid belt,
The border between my brothers
And my home.
And way out...