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Mina Jameson
 
 
you can dig up her bones but
leave her soul alone, leave
her more alone than ever, let
her dream.
she slips into sleep like a
nightgown, bending her bones to
sink into the sheets, sleep is a
coffin built all around her
and maybe if she dreams, she’ll
have something to wake up to.
seal her eyes shut with a hot wax
press, cross her arms for mourning,
cross her legs like abstinence
and pretend you weren’t the one who
is watching her.
you can scratch out her melanin but
leave her love alone, it’s
not something for you ever to take
let her sleep, let her
sleep, dreams may just cure
her wilted bones, never
ever break her again,
never ever break her twice,
never ever watch her sleep.
 
 
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