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.
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,
in our depths.
WORDS-LINKS: THE JOURNAL OF MULTIPLE I’ S