Only Sleeping by Jo Guzman | One Poem Only
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Only Sleeping
Jo Guzman
The flavor of “Fuck you” smacked across my lips when I woke
Not so much in anger
More like calm clarity
I touched my heart with my right hand
The one that used to pledge allegiance to many things
I believed the stories for so long
The ones about love and heroes and good
Until I realized the truth often died with those mortally silenced because the empire said so
My hand and my heart set about their work
Counter clockwise circles
Unravelling layers of grief and shame and anger
No wonder there was so…
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