I want to tell you my hands are mothers
Even when they are hidden in my pockets, manufacturing sweat to rub off the
Mimicry of tattoos I am too afraid to truly carve into my baby pink placeholders.
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Maybe if I tell you about my human heart and how it compares to the holy heart
Of a giraffe, then you will show me that your body is as basic as a giant squid.
Now that I think of it, that poem
Was probably about snowflakes and how they form their shapes
Based on unique microclimates they pass through
On their way down to this lonely earth.
In an airplane, ice crystals on the windows are examples of the beautiful imperfect.
All our bodies are on the outsides of airplane windows and yet
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