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 Jun 2020 Ross
Chris Saitta
I remember the hidden chapel bells in her voice,
The little cloister of her abbey looks that opened
To a lovelorn courtyard of cisterns and well works,
The sounding pulleys and ropes from the springs,
I will miss her nothing said to my infinite misgivings.
Slit the veins of truth,
see all of our ugliness
spill from this society.

That stole my youth,
as darkness hit my eyes
with fear and anxiety.

Please end all of this grief
and let's show loveliness,
maybe live in coalescence.

Our lives are rather brief
so can't we all be allies,
Isn't love life's essence?
 Jun 2020 Ross
amanda
caricature
 Jun 2020 Ross
amanda
you have helped me
find a world in which
i don’t have to apologize
for my bold lines
for my goofy features
for my big personality

you have helped me celebrate
my exaggeration
to all of us goofy humans
who dare to be caricatures—
people have made livings
on the boardwalk
trying to capture our essence

to ryan—
you’ve done more
to help me love myself
than anyone i’ve ever met.
it’s no wonder i love you too
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