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                                     Moebius strip

                      I don’t say anything out loud because
                      I haven’t found a way out
                                     of folding
                      inwards keeping quiet since the eighth
                      birthday is how I contribute
                                     to survival
                      of the family I don’t add my questions
                      or my needs to the confusion
                                     some of it
                      emerges in poetry – answered – some
                      of it in anger – unexpressed –
                                     and then
                      there’s the tentative sleeplessness
                      all of it is not-living but then
                                     all of it is





divorce & eighth birthday wormholes: eighth birthday // now
family wormhole: currency of generations
living wormhole: I will
poetry wormhole: poetry
sleep wormhole: Birmingham / 030413