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Weme is a braid, a dancer, a folder, a sounder, an empress, crushing-out together.

Tectonic plates meeting

They and them being We-Me.They were sitting by the black chair, on the floorThere they were, with their legs stretched out and their marigold yellow shorts as consistent as the center of the fire that now sits next to this orange heart.The oceanic dusk to dawn linked by white shells, spiraling white moons


The Brooklyn Rail

SEPT 2023

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