Blue Music Dream, Poetics

Clementine Cruzinsky

it is not unheard of in the sphere
of things, to think of myself as Sub-Sahara,

and you as the dunes of Wahala.

there are dates on your tongue when we kiss,
it is my task to get rid of the seeds.

when you smile
is like a watercolour
of an abortion clinic.

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