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BIKO
My mother calls me
 She says my body is tired
She's been crying all night
Insert ancestral images of bleeding
This dead air place
Moving unanswered questions
From room to room
I heard it in the sunshine
Standing there empty handed
Where is my tongue
where is my heart
where is my home
Maybe in the end lesbian witches will fix everything
you found a cicada
ensorceled in light
and put it in the green gay earth
a vegetable trill
goes thru me
i found a cicada
and put it in
the gay green earth
the rain pushes all the glyphosate
and
polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons down into the ground
we are
becoming ultra light beams of love
i fear nature her drowning
lust for my love
Catching our blown out bodies
Singing our spell songs
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