MULTIPLICITY

by Matina L. Stamatakis

To do with wild growth into itself:

them or all of them or just the rest of its bits

─ never waver into the abyss of dandelion yellow

or some grandiose landscape mosaic.

A small square, or rhombus, completely incomplete.

As duration,

moving space across one’s belly. From aliases,

no promise to keep the miles between

one I or the other ─            we have swelled in forever,

are variable

in our depths.

WORDS-LINKS: THE JOURNAL OF MULTIPLE I’ S

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