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THE GULF

If I clung to my mom in the ocean

It would be the closest we could be
to the way it was

Inside of her body
Swallowed in salt

Hugging in the water is different than the air
Protected from the earth that I cannot see

don’t birth me
don’t birth me
don’t birth me

RIDING ORANGE

I was on top

I felt the color orange
being inside the color orange

a block of orange
in a preschool classroom
to teach what the color orange is

a hot orange
made in photoshop
not like paint on a palette orange
the color orange outlined in a thick black line

I was breathing in
orange
alone

He was underneath me
breathless
orange in the shape of a fucking rectangle

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