#imaani cain

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Outset

to begin: in the run-down double houses of california, cockroaches in my mother’s kitchen where she two-steps to marvin gaye and the sound of my father turning the key; the creaking that comes when she flies across the room to him or me, each of us named like a blessing. begin: in the sunny planet of my house filled with curry, reggaeton, the lullaby of patois covering me like a baptism. i float…

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Last Exit

consider the whole of me to be a house with newly washed floors, kept clean enough to make your skin go tight and sting with the health of it. consider the entirety of my being to be wendy darling, to be that delicate field of want. i am the louvre with my legs crossed at the ankle, i am the angkor wat wearing your thick smell like vines. consider me to be a place so undisturbed that grass has…

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Wetlands

maybe you are the final frontier and i am an island floating on its back towards whatever shore is within closest. (this is so similar to the way you curl into me like galathée to its resting floor) i touch my mouth to your collarbone the same way i spoke to myself in the dark as a child—too soft, and far too sweet. i think your body is a world i will never unlearn, even after we grow dry and…

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