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AD Mullin Aug 2018
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TED Says: https://bit.ly/2LW2vPX

Can you un-bundle this poem?
Tsunami Apr 2018
what my ancestors gave me

(the curves of my body
the curls in my hair
the swell of my *******
the wetness between my legs)

was not meant to be colonized.
stop them from eating me alive
The Unknown Dec 2016
I can hear you
Your vibrating voice like a heartbeat
as you dig your nails into my soft blanket
Trying to find space
In my space
Staring intently
At nothing
Your little hips going back and forth
Whine if I disturb you
How did you get so good
at making a space your own
Completely forgetting
that this space is owned
How did you get so good
At making a house your home
How did you get so good
At making a place your own

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