Be Mine

You are not mine, I am
Not yours. You are losing me.
I allow the gods to communicate with me
Through street signs and nod at the
Intended meanings. Yes, yes,
Wind breaker, 440 Broad Street, the
poetry between the lines. I have swallowed
Too much darkness for the sun not to rise
So I open my mouth and sing as the stars
Shine over city hall. We are all tired, we are
All stronger than we think we are. I’d live
In a world of only women if I could, to be
Honest. We are the creators, it’s a wonder
We ever split ourselves in two.

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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