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UNTITLED POEM


a poem, untitled.


a poem, untitled.

originally published: June, 2011

UNTITLED POEM

Untitled

I love you I love you I love you I love love you

In endless unpronounceable words.

I leave my jars open

I don't use the good china

I lose my masks in venice

I unfold my books like scrolls across seats in my row on the subway
so everyone can read

I pick flowers to see opening next to your eyes
behind your ears.

I love you

I love love you
like it is impossible to love
one who you did not birth
but....did I?

We make things no one else can wear.

We break things no one else could bear.

And I bring you all my parts in orange and red
and leave my pulp in

love love I love you
like this is my sculpture.

Like fucking is performance art.

Like my name is eve.

Like our story is scripture

and

I hope to always be

in wonderfulling forests inside you.

Debra Ifill

Debra lives in New York and is the coolest

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