Her Pie - Poem by Atef Ayadi
Wants her pie;
A chocolate ice cream cake,
An apple -My apple, her apple, my lips, her lips.
Everything is possible and open with Eileen;
She uses what we have,
What is close,
Between our hands, faces, and our feelings. -
She draws and molts
A peace of her
And a peace of me.
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