Sometimes I write a new poem
Then hold it next to my body
I need to feel the ink against
My itching skin
Need to feel the paper cool and smooth
Across my breasts
See the lines circle my belly button
Most of my poems exist only in my head
But some of them have to live in the world they tell me
Live in the world
Black ass poems. Black ass stories. Black ass art. Black ass life. Black ass love. Black ass hate. Black ass parenting. Black ass depression. Black ass mania. And other stuff too.
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