Conceiving: A poem
How naive to love?
The moon has seen me thirteen months long enough for me to impregnate an intention hallucinates on the screen. Do you see me an invisible number tapped on the check-in door my finger is not human enough? In this boxy maze among surges of walking dent I am bathed by you. Do you see me, Moon? Your sliver light strips me off constructs of doors steel windows plywood tables ( as white as you) I take my skin off nakedly honest Dry lips tumble a deafened song I haven’t heard since I stepped into the square corner I left my soul in the park Do you see it wander aimlessly gazes at me under your eyes? I am imprisoned at my corner pretending life worth it. Doesn't it? I impregnate you, Moon My womb conspires the light filled with light so light I got lost in neon signs and souless glass doors I wish to be among them I left you Yet I impregnate you, Moon How naive?
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