Monday, April 22, 2019

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Pleasure is black.

I no longer imagine

where my body
stops or begins.

Skin transparent.
Face speckled

by the spit
of several centuries.

All the borders stare at the same fires.

Oh Mamere,

I'm sorry.

Here I am.
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Robin Coste Lewis
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