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If I am buried
if secret or angry or voiceless
a flight of rage and love
labeled sister or daughter or lover or girl
friend in a whirlwind of epithets

which are True Names?
can you steal half a soul?

I Keep even the Consonants that are -not-
and liCK the envelope
Cling to those translated and bacK
lost in syllables once more Carved to fit in where I paperCut my tongue

at least there's solace
in the scraps of a nest.

forget parroting.
if I leap
let me die in pidgin
#Platypineappoetry

If we're young and free and built from the warheads
The drapes by my bed lie
tattered
While your privacy screen is an iron curtain
House stacked against us

Fathers forefathers back built from the labor
Of side-eyed side-stepping the work of East neighbors

Trade barbs of nations
Tied together with tongue lashing

Remote pacific
Remote controller

Revoke permission
For growing older

Information dispersed

My
body
has
grown
cold
.

... #Platypineappoetry

WOULD YOU RATHER BE SWATHED IN A CLOAK OR A CROWN-
LAID HEAVYHEADED, WHY CAN'T I HAVE BOTH?
THE YEARS I LET TRAIL ME
FEEL LIGHTER WITH SOMETHING TO SHOW FOR IT.

#Platypineappoetry

Our job is doormats, she said.
Take lying down,
Smiling in welcome as we let the rest in

The usual fare-
Lest we be dead as them.

Softened by tapdance
But wax off your hardness,
The stonefaced surface is
A played pitter-patter of showmanship sin

The lights must go on!
The show under halo!
Cacophony measured
In curt, tattered smiles

Bloodlust Curtailed
Riding on Coattails
The start to say 'No',
but removed at the rest

I'm lying.

And am simply

DormaNt

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#Platypineappoetry