Florilegium Archive · Papercuts and Scribbles

May 2021 – Speak

Applesmell soaks the air
falling up into a story book;
sour sugar. barbed velvet.
Many adults are really dead inside-
it's amazing anything survives.

In heaven, my grandparents frown
air scented with their native language.
What do they know about the inside of my head?

God crackles over the intercom,
listen to me
listen to me
listen to me

No running away,
or flying, 
or burying,
or hiding.
Women are people, not furniture-
Her body 
belongs to her.


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