My fascination with words started
when
the birds stopped circling the sky,
when papa lost a third eye
and when I thought
eating blueberries
could make you die,
relentless and alone, my legs bent
and skinned to the bone
are poetry books a form of a home?
you see I have no other resolute
than to move towards the strings and beats
of cantillations that stem from words,
an objectumsexual to books
making love to words, sewing and knitting them
sending kites of love through the sky
this reminds me why
I am so fascinated with words.
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