perhaps

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Backsplash

Madonna was never hugging baby Jesus

but just exposing him to a wider audience

to say: look this is my son, a glimpse of god.

Like you do with good pastry

or as artists do with their art

perhaps the key is something in between.

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butcher’s tears

the kitchen is my favorite place to be

don’t get me wrong here

I hate jokes about not being a feminist.

also imagining you standing, sitting,

you occupying space in my new kitchen

is something I really shouldn’t do:

you put your hands on the counter

in the same way you would touch my body.

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cleanliness is next to illness

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porches

I don't have a summer house

Where I can host you Nor a country house Where I can warm you, I just don't have a house and renting a place is the closest thing to giving birth that I will ever do.

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virgo 2

no pillow gives me enough headspace

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White leather

A message crying: “It’s snowing!”. I jump in the kitchen with my eye I catch the pink of a tiny mouth, snow flakes off its lair, the sky is null.

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poem to a trans woman:

she’s standing next to god, they are the same height

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1 year

We sleep in different beds

In different rooms

In different countries

We slept in the same city

In the same house

In the same bed

We were followers

We were friends

Then lovers.

We were lovers

We were friends

We are strangers

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Miss understanding

Telecaster shadow

In your arms I declare:

I wanna be as gender-neutral as I can

Growing tall and bleach white hair

Dropping grammar and the semantics,

Be multiple, wear a they.

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Secret curator

I dreamt about laying an egg inside your chest

And crushing it with a hug.

I guess

I found a name for the game we played:

Secret curator, I care about you

You care about me, 

in secret.

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A secret, santa

These boxes full of memories

Wearing today a Christmas attire

I send em out through my eyes

Finally

After nine months

Merry Christmas

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T will tell

Time will tell

Tell me something

About this fantasy of mine

Of taking T to lower my voice

And make a dance record.

T will tell

Tell me something

And it's me uttering it.

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The villa of my heart

You live in the villa of my heart and

You rest in the vulva between the legs

However

The thing that concerns me the most is

I'd give my own life to make my mum happy

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Click click the tongue on your lip

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Story of my life

As I approach the platform, I realize I've forgotten the passwords, I can't log in, and I won't see my family's stories.

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Ex

Experiencing extreme complexity:

Drinking tap water and

Crossing the street

of self-consciousness

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