Ameen AnimashaunGreen,
and green, and suddenly a light trapped in a soft shell. Above the city of Jericho, the chickens are coming home to roost. I rewrite history and keep the apple where no handcan reach it. Sinai because your breath is fear. Pisgah because your touch is hurt.I am scared of all that I am capable of. To break a body is to know it for what it truly is. You say this is love, so I surrender my wants at your feet. To know a body is to break it wide open, and I have grown to love everything about nothing. Out in the wilderness, the guard dog is eating a thunderstorm and the night’s skin is an eye sore. Damn the consequences. I trace the lone graph of my body and study its careful intricacies. Then, like you, I lift the nothingness of me above my head and tip it over the blade of rocks. I do not want to bury anything I do not want to bury. Copyright © 2025 by Ameen Animashaun
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