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i feel homelessi'm waiting for snowfall
my mother is away
this skin strangles me
the phone keeps ringing
but i refuse to answer
i remain silent and pray for my soul to rain reign
the light does not blind me
yet i retreat to my own darkness
i meditate on paper (a hope for morning vespers)
watching people shelter themselves in boxes and newspaper
i cry blood
menstrating the walls of my mind
i am molting again
leaving myself behind
i am moon now
the force moving tides and seasons
the phone is still ringing
i'm still not answering
i refuse solid food
give me water
give me earth
i mother the naive
i father myself
the modonna in me is divine
putting the last of loose change in another sun's cup
i wallow in our plight
disconnecting for the nameless hope
disconnecting for my own sanity
i grasp at short straws
you are at the end of your rope
and it's burning
golden and wrapped around your neck
i am angry with you
i am angry with myself
this is the act of me breathing rebellion
my throat is a birthing canal
embryonic stem cells detain fallicies for questioning at the 77th
i won't post bail
too overrun with rising waters in my boat
some are rocking stars, some dig ditches
i am transmitting on the high frequency
message sent
end transmission