Vine a aqui para encontrarme
and it worked
but I'm back from where I was looking out from
From this distance I see myself for what I am
One and One don't make me full
I am a composite, a tapenade
crushed organs, pinch of longing
staring at my shoes
feeling without awareness that
I am not like the other children
Here in the marketplace
behind a double-lock
where the mountains reach the horizon
I am not like the other children
A splash of paint
an artist's last minute thought
a presence quite not fitting but lingering
I accept this body made of shadow
I accept this identity
grasping at memories that never were
that resists the dress-size
I never was very good at reciting allegiances
I never was very good at getting the headmaster's approval
I watched the lines be smudged by the presence
a fussy girl
I thought there was a place where I fit the grid
I'll mount the line
right foot on red, left food on blue
green to yellow, arm to arm
chest fo heart
face to faces
I'll live in messes
make my nest out of sticks and mud
fall asleep counting imaginings
until the night allows it
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