these exhausted elastic bands, these frayed edges,
the times i flexed my arms and stretched them
until the seams were pulled taut and popped
so that my shirt could fit my shoulders,
scissors biting through polyester,
my fist gathering nylon just for a little give,
are all testaments to the fact
that i will fight for the space i deserve.
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plethora
Randomthoughts take root in my mind like so many seeds. sprouting, germinating. cup an ovule in wet palms and see how hard it grows to reach the light. this is a collection of poems about everything and nothing at all. some of them may contain sensitive m...
