Category : Poems

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Emptiness is a blessing:
it can’t be owned if it doesn’t exist.
 
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My father said to bloom but never fruit—
 
a small trickle 
eating its way through stone.
 
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I am one kind of alive:
I see everything the water sees.
 
I told you a turn was going to come 
& turn the tower did.
 
What are the master’s tools 
but a way to dismantle him.
 
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Who will replace the blood of my mother in me—
a cold spring rising.
 
She told me a woman made of water 
can never crack.
 
Of her defeat, she said
this is nothing.