Poem #50
" i'm not the right shape for any museum. and I spent so much of my life wishing I was someone worthy of hanging in an art gallery.
but I can done trying to fit any frame. I will lift her building's foundation from bare earth and let it fallow the arch of my back. it took me a while, but, I get it now. I do not need to shave myself down for them. they will push out the walls. They will lift up the ceiling.
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