sarinaWhisper

American

thumb-suckingmy younger self / rains on me like dew – she has given me / a new dawn, and as I awake

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May 1, 2015

impressionismin the summer before / everything ended, / we went to an art museum

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Apr 20, 2015

too soonyou said “you are a woman / but pure” – / I was neither

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Apr 14, 2015

the better oneI liked that crowded bathroom / we smoked in, / you held a joint between my lips and asked me to

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Apr 14, 2015

poem for my future daughterlittle lune, / my delicate moon / I wonder

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Mar 3, 2015

prediction for the next time i see youwe’ll stay up all night / and choke each other with our tongues / only catching our breath when

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Mar 3, 2015

mulberry skinthe boy I am sitting cross-legged in front of / shares the same bruises as me / and we create new ones

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Mar 3, 2015

it was always youI remember being told / that what I found with you, I will find again / and I did not know why but I

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Feb 28, 2015

the women before meMen have always told me that I am nothing / like “her” - the woman, the women, / before me.

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Feb 28, 2015

stealing starsI watch humans fumbling to make a connection between the universe and our bodies, as if without their metaphors and poems likening birthmarks to galaxies, we would be two separate entities, a collection of particles that inhabit entirely detached spaces from one another. Truly, the connection is evident in far more than freckles that resemble specks of dust and planetary material; our skin is not just branded by our environment, but bloated by it. / We are made of mostly water. We are oceans, our insides are swampy, and when we bleed, the sight is reminiscent of sunsets. There is a universe beneath our flesh, internally, like how we exist within the flesh of our universe. / I feel this connection most when I consider him. My body deflates into a cloudlike existence –soft, floating, pacified. His touch warms me, it calms me, it grounds me but in the sense that I am still free to kiss the stars, and my lips become soothing to them.

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Feb 23, 2015

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