This child,
inside of me,
I will give her a name,
although she will not live to
breathe polluted air; she will not cry
over a broken heart, once, twice and
again. Her palms will not reach out for the sky,
But rather--
through her death, I will be left
chasing youth.
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Please Don't Touch
PoesíaPlease Don't Touch is my first self-published book of poetry, written and published originally in 2012. #51 in Poetry, 3 June, 2017 #85 in Poetry, 4 June, 2017 #108 in Poetry, 25 May, 2017 #136 in Poetry, 26 May, 2017 #149 in Poetry, 24 May, 2017 #1...
