find qualification unnecessary.
They is what they is and they does what they do.
Ride it out ride it out ride it out
It's as that old book says,
"A star made flesh"
I've become a practical woman
grainy adages and gray hair
And sometimes, I'm a buckling
nova
sometimes I crush your weight against my
weight, abandon logos
for the helium flash, leave ethos
wherever I took my shoes off.
I like to lie under things like
the pulsation of speakers or
your chest or
your white belly or a familiar
sun or a scalding
bath
it's called
heliocentrism
and it means
crush me with your coral ribs.
it's called nova
and it means
cover me with your smell
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