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Jul 2023
every time
i speak my own
name i taste
the blood of
my mother's bit
lip (&) held tongue-- a self shed
to take rein

o' my father's flatiron
sur/name:
the blood, reigned (&)
i remainβ€”
sanguine & ruddy
after all
(these broods).
thoughts on immigration, identity, class & patriarchy.
kels lardiere loving
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kels lardiere loving  28/Genderqueer/VT
(28/Genderqueer/VT)   
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