Denied Journey of Preservation

For ten days, you’ve
been human, un-

Deny no journey,
even when the palpable
state disappoints.

why are you always

Step down into the
steep day of weaved palms,
palmed kisses on your face
and that obscured sense
of recognition that haunts
your inevitability,

the small lifeless women
you imagine yourself to be: 

What would she
the search for
dealing with the world?

 Tarot cards stuck in the
back pocket of her jeans.
Rotten scars of poetry
stitched inside her wrist-

attempts at discovering
meaning, truth, preservation.





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