Where Two Continents Meet

soft words murmured

moist with tears and crushed hopes,

imprecise as dreams,

sloppy representations of seasons of pain,

sophisticated defenses against the world

this mouth at the crossroad

between the brain and the heart

struggling to bridge two continents

with dissimilar rules,

and unkindred geography

my vocabulary is incomplete,

there are whole pages missing

I don’t know why they are missing

maybe someone ripped them off

or I did it, once, when I was bleeding.

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