you: shake up my bones / rattle the stasis and marble weight off them / hold on to my bubble waist with your ocean fingers / sway me, latin lover / i know your country hates you / what are the americas? / diluted energy, orange milk / but i am a silly stupid romantic girl from neither of these places / but i float to what i do not understand / so let me fall in love with your gentle, whitewashed lullabies.
YOU ARE READING
i'll never be a poet
Poetryand here's the pretentious proof an ongoing anthology of the poetry of nobodi.
