I tried to bring back purity by
drowning myself with
tangerines and lavender
but they came up as
us and I
My body has been on a funeral march
since my birth.
You are a king,
I am a slave.
Let us find a path.
(II)
I ran four miles. I made sure to count.
I felt sorry for myself
then for you
then everyone after that.
All the virgins, the very apple.
Every truck in America.
move back.
I apologize to every ant I kill,
to every flaw.
To every speck.
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