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Poetry October ZZ



 Forever Between


There the two of us, Standing at the end of the train.


It's not enough to just know your presence, have to feel . you too


Your gaze fixes on the train track; i rest my chin on your shoulder. You my right hand in yours


when


the momentum overpowers us.


The train moves forward, and in front of us,


behind the reflection of us on the window, each section of the track: briefly illuminated,


then downed by the dark as if we dreamed of the connection.


[21:37, 09/10/2022] Faith: 

Sea, Swallow Me


I took a walk to the beach tonight. I wouldn't call it a beach necessity;


It's more like a land of space (or a space of land),


slightly elevated, untouched and at most caressed by


the ocean,


littered with rocks big and small, hidden between small hills.


(or cliffs), I do not know,


but I had to descend of stairs,


flights wooden boards half-buried in soils, before I could play the burlanding game of stepping from one rock to another where a slip would 

But I did not slp.

split skin and spill blood.

(1 am good at balancing)

I climbed up a boulder bordering the land and the sea.

I lost count of how Many fimes the Olean swallowed and returned the sand.

I just sat.

blan balan

The thunderous collision of the waves and the boulders,


the glinting reflection of the sand


in the sky.


I was

Just

 a breath of air.

[21:39, 09/10/2022] Faith: The Ascension


Briefly before dawn, five planets align


Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn. I wake to the sound of the city's stirring.


underneath your arm, curled with your body


Sometime in a trance, I have let you go.


My fingers slide back down and

All the your grooves of 

your


fingers


And knuckles.


My lips rest on your scent to still my consciousness.


My back arches,


sealing spaces with your deep


breath. Blood flows


from my restlessness colors your lips.


Still as the time, we


feel the second Stretch into


lightyears


briefly before dawn.


Wifewash.


Drinking in drought.

A feverish wish. 

(女)家  人  

free—


Seething detergents.

Teething emotions grind

your beautiful face

beyond the frayed ends of your temper

fingers swollen, raw, tender

patience running on prayer 

wheels creaking with dull cracked joints

chafing down a sOapy crease

turning into another line

a harder frown.



女= woman

家 = home

嫁 = woman married off

家人 = family




'Wifewash' depicts a blue-collar woman deeply dissatisfied with her traditional gender roles.  The life of being married binds her to unseen chores she is obligated to complete. While the work she does is compulsory to keep the home running, its value is underappreciated and not seen, especially not as 'real work'. In this way, the mental toll exerted upon her is evident in the suppression of her potential and value.

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