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& Spit Out the Seeds MAG

April 28, 2019
By sofiamcatanzaro BRONZE, Yonkers, New York
sofiamcatanzaro BRONZE, Yonkers, New York
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My boy is 

absolute porcelain. 



He speaks to me like his sister, 

bruised and smiling, 

he kisses me like a woman, 

sad and meaningless, 

foaming at the mouth, 

his lips 

slick with feminine spit. 


My boy is 

sweet and sour, 

he’s broken his leg once before, 

and cultivated a 

fear of falling. 


My boy’s soul is a bathtub, 

tepid and hungry. 

Its fingers envelop 

me, frozen. 

He was a funeral when I

had gullibly assumed that he was a wedding. 


My boy likes tangerines and oranges, 

lemons and limes;

He peels their skin till they are nothing more

than juice and flesh. 


And then he bites.

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