"Raw, not solemn odes
are dew angels.
I’m raw as mirrored nets;
it is a party met on me.
Open one poem,
note my trap
as it is tender,
or rims a warm isle,
gnawed, erased on me,
lost on war."
--@merlinaacevedo.bsky.social
"If you can't stand up against genocide, why should I believe you can stand up for democracy?" --Ta-Nehisi Coates
"...and from the abyss emerge locusts."
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