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kels lardiere loving
Poems
Jul 2023
hail over Newark: First Ward, Ninth Avenue
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.
#feminism
#heritage
#immigrant
#identity
#class
#patriarchy
#tradition
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kels lardiere loving
28/Genderqueer/VT
(28/Genderqueer/VT)
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