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In My Dreams I have never been invited. My passions do not breathe And nerve ends are dried up. A gully inside my horrid fullness. My flesh has absorbed their incantations To beauty and my layered shape Has sucked in their hisses. I have assimilated their flimsy apocalypse, Their brittle culture. But I have loved; o how I love. I run to the beach and lay on the sand. I build a warding curtain to conceal myself. The sun pierces me and My love commingles with the ocean. I become as large as history, And I birth forgiveness To God. I step outside my curtain. I walk beside the seashore. The see-through girls and their pretty men Begrudge me a thought. It's an ugly thought. It doesn't matter. I have vivified myself. At night I water my plants and straighten the slipcovers. I lie under the blanket. I never hear my heart beat. I am careful. I am inviolate. I can't be broken. |
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