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Angel Nafis

I’ve seen people misplace themselves in such a heart flare-up.
Watched their temperatures drop
and I don’t know much about wilderness
but on days like these when you are harder to find
I want to learn the word seasons properly.
Feel its backside roll against my molars
so I can feel free, like when we write to summon
or when you are far away
and I collect dead things to keep you alive in me.

—  Angel Nafis, “Directions to Finding You, or Maybe Just an Inferior Prayer,” from BlackGirl Mansion.  (Red Beard Press October 2012)

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