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Cramped skin or the web of love (a poem)


if skin were an envelope, a divider

would it separate us from one another

or allow us to better touch each other?

sensitive nothingness

cells drawing attention

spirals around the luminous flux

that is personality wrapped in bone

human brains wrapping life and relationship

into convenient patterns

ruling out the vibrancy

the freedom rainbow of pure potential

hands up

we stand up, together

throats searing

flaming injustice finally seen

overriding love that always flows unseen

even the bully has a purpose

easy to hate but inciting change

trampled by the categories of color


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