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Jun 2016
Oh my god!
and the dimples while acknowledging
the absurdity of whiteness
right away I say I am mixed race
I interrupt as often as possible
therefore at an unexpected occurrence
the questioning
the inquisition lay before me
mixing unwell with my previous unaltered trauma
letting loose and being unacceptable
in that hole again
digging out of race
trudging through the social construction
thereof
The last thing I want in between us
actually I want nothing between us
not contraception
I want to be making heat
touching
Elan Bonde Gregory
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