poem 1

i seem dense to you

because i was created from a doll and not a drawing

that’s why i desire you

like the sky

and why i’m so

suffocating in myself

paper light

and easily transferred

to light

and dolls left behind

mere toys

poem2

crucified scarecrows

create love

for future children

longing to be let down

to be with the insect

or the other way around
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kali presents her left foot to yama

and siva retreats, throwing flowers

handing over swords and shrunken heads

and blood testing

yama bringing kali out of the realization of

imminent death

and into the realization

of imminent life

of the possibility, again

of more than the far end of the sword
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Do you know it was foggy that day too

Walking away from me

You thought I might be too young

For someone

Not wanting to be just your temptress

From all your obligations and illnesses