in mexico city by Katy Maravala

Sep 22

I sleep with my hair warm and wild like a sonnet.
When I wake, I am new again.
All the religions you know could not teach me this.
All the gods I don’t know are begging me to meet them.

Written by

Katy Maravala F/Los Angeles

(F/Los Angeles)

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