Tag: poem
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fika vontaji
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Sometimes I wonder what it means to be a woman, sheng’* speaking, running around the world (often enough that I thought to write the poem below {about Brazilian/Paulista hospitality} within my first days of being in São Paulo but didn’t, unfortunately- for the poem). The question of what language to…
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doubts
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Why didn’t I go to Colombia? Pués, who knows?! But right here is where I’m supposed to be. Right here is where I ill begin to fashion the world I want to be.
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what do you do?
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What do you do, When you don’t know what to do? Do you write? Do you speak? Do you shout? Do you run? – where to; and will they follow you? What do you do when you get so angry, that you don’t know whether to sit or stand, to…
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spectacle
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Feria de libros. It starts to pour, and feet pour into the stands, Feet attached to eyes, that will look more keenly at books displayed- that is what they came to do after all- and that will look at me seated here, wondering any multitude of things. At the feria…
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