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By July 3, 2012Blog

my first audience
was a small room
of ovaries. i read 
them poems about
a planet called,
the heart. 
we contemplated
your existence
like a myth
like a God,
blood is the only religion.
for nine months, 
i made a body, a ship,
the vessel through
which i’d travel
hoping to someday
reach unapproachable land.

(for my mother)