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You've shown me so many shades
You’ve shown me so many shades of purple. Like the one here at my collarbone. And this one in the small of my back. What should I color you?
Read moreYou don't feel the paint
“You don’t feel the paint the way I do,” she wails. And he is truly sympathetic, but it’s his blood and he thinks he should have a say.
Read moreShe's still her mother's child
She’s still her mother’s child. Her words scissor the air, the hand print a wound on his cheek; this outburst, an unbroken promise.
Read moreMateo is a wrestler of giants
Mateo is a wrestler of giants, a tamer of wild horses. Full of his own myth, he goes after Maria who knocks him out with a frying pan.
Read moreGive me Kiev again.
Give me Kiev again. 1953 on the Left Bank, summer spilt on the river & the air, so clean, so heavily new with your voice close to my ear.
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