Peach Teeth
Hisako Rogers
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L - i - f - e
before you
i will become a peach
soft and unripe
a wave of sweet and teeth getting stuck

we swore we knew the way
a place close to our ancestors’ home
a tireswing under a structure for three
and we would refuse to believe
there wasnt magic in the wooden chips
scattered beneath our feet
N - i - g - h - t
let me believe i love you
or that i hate you in a possible way
will you become imitation
as i believe you are yourself?
let my own mouth not lie to me
we are communicated only in half truths
a lack of understanding and too far emotions
i have never spoken of you in a safe space
you are
out of sight out of mind
an ostrich with it’s head in the sand
a pink marker that has lost all its ink
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