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Mar 2015
Yellow spotted
pebble, why aren't
you blue?

Black frogs
with neon
stripes cuddle
my thick, dry

Where has the fruit bird gone?

Red hands
from picked cherries;
Womanhood loves me.

Digest zebra leaves
from fern trees if
no pink salt is found
in green or grey eyes
of spider monkeys.

I want sand toes
standing hair
and finger spheres
spinning on touch.

Keep your triangles
but give me your dressless
dog and two teeth
from the back
of your gum.

What I mean
is like furniture
but I have no home.
My house has a home.

I am home
and also a couch.
S K Garcia
Written by
S K Garcia  Chicago
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