Monthly Archives: July 2012

the dream of the living

Every day, every moment, without knowing it, You dream the dream of the living. You yearn to piece yourself together, To turn halves and quarters and eighths into wholes, To fit the myriad parts of yourself one to Another, like … Continue reading

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Hips

I always wished that I had compact hips Instead of my Sprawling, basket-like own. The triangle that forms between My belly‚Äôs button and the two Rounded handles of each Hip bone is lazy, relaxed, like reclining On a bed with … Continue reading

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