I am the comma, the tiniest of endings
between the known and something more.
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Déjalo ir
– Para Leona, con sus colores vibrantes en su interior. Gracias por recordármelo.
¿Cuántas veces me ha sido invitado?
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Something is askew.
We’re back to imprisonment myths
sequestering women who think or act
as if they had the right to.
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Pink roses
unfurl slowly
one petal at a time
toddler hands
kissed open one finger at a time
thumb
two
three
four
pinkie
reveal:
one Cheerio, its edges nibbled
smooshed banana chunk
moist fleshy palm.
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