I was born, once 

and with my first non-amniotic breath

I synthesized with the skies 

I became the oxygen in my lungs

each gasp unconditionally coalescing

a girl, a graceful gravitation

on that day I became the very air

felt by all, seen by none 

traveling impulsively to ill advised heights 

carrying away my lovers like tattered kites


I fell in love, once

and with my first non-innocuous kiss

I surrendered to the sighs

I became the butterflies between my thighs

each suckle unequivocally consuming

a girl, a gorgeous swarm

on that day I became the monarch

seen by all, felt by none

pinned dutifully to a velvet canvas

spreading my wings to be ravished


a. duncan, 2018



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"She would fill endless notebooks with stories about the characters in her life, their impressions, words, friends, lovers, inspirations, fantasies. She spent her days dreaming up worlds where they fit together in visions; the if only, the never again, the someday. Those who knew her best would describe her as a creature with a clear and sometimes painful sense of herself; furious with ideas and convictions, to a point that she frightened love away with discernment and a relentless strength of character."

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