Joi Miner Poems

On discussing mothers
The nurse replied she wished she were half the mother her mother had been.
Her words became Velcro
Attaching to my damage.
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Withering heart
Resuscitated with palm beats
Press squeeze pressured to remain
Steady til distracted
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He thinks
The wrinkles in my brain
Are sexy
Wants to read them
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In the land of
lifting
waxing
sucking
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