You happen to me;
full circles dance a fine line between
fear and need
and you are not a man_________here
and now.
Breaking in to you like a language
we trade commodities as if spaces.
But
I do not write as a woman
and this is not a test.
What is not seen:
I do not regret
you are not a man.
Your consequences,____myself
and boundaries
of the page____begin to dissolve
become more than I can hold.
Salmon swim upstream to mate, to
die_like men in women and women
through men. There is no risk
in dying.
But living, as the story began.
A darkened house is not
what we have made it to mean.
We are faces of the unhealed;
we are shapes, shaping.
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