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The peach tree in Mama’s backyard Beckoned me home, Abode atop a mountain I’ve never owned, Soil, beneath feet, I’ve barely known.
And it’s within this grand scheme of Her name, “Zhang,” A name, adopting me and etched upon a time, Temples built “then” to bridge tomorrow’s trace,
That I first taste - To belong. To be. To become. To shed the shadow of the nameless. I no longer fear the end. I await it.
- Hathaway Hayes (2024)
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Church mothers teach my lower region is a frozen wasteland. 'Nothing the Lord is proud of can grow from such a void.' I don’t mind the frigid temperatures.”
Raych Jackson, from Even The Saints Audition
Don’t worry dear, I never fall apart completely.
again, my voice falters with your gaze. your presence suffocates me. now, the only sounds are the choked cries of utter agony and heartbreak.
Beawings
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Quote #20:
I wish that those who don`t ineptly digest the whole concept of curtain pretenses.
Should not allow themselves to spew thee words.
Not fully understood out of ones mouth.
However, if they do come across to which understanding of these words in references, should be able to defend ones knowledge on the subject.
abraham with the black eye. he’s got a girl, but i keep smiling at him anyway. something dirty on the corner of palmer and woodward makes me gag, but i just turn away. i drop a tootsie roll on the concrete and the ants race for a taste of the sugar rush. boys fly by, rapunzel on skateboards, long hair restricted by their backwards tigers’ baseball caps. somebody watches the seat of my jeans and shouts from their apartment. i can’t tell which street is safer. white kids come for concerts and think they own the city, and maybe they will one day. dreadlocks and hooped earrings keep the city on a leash, or maybe a noose.
a love letter to detroit.
Dust where dust is due
I can see you off, a mile a way
I can’t get your taste off my name,
It doesn’t bother me but all the same
Till the day you leave i won’t see the end,
I’m just going to hide away
Till its too late.
I’m bored,
Empty, no love is longing.
This longing gives no benefit.
Distances makes the heart grow stronger,
Except me it doesn’t give a thing.
So
I
just
say
words
gently
then and silently exit.
