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    Rihanna Launches New Beauty Line At Sephora

    One of the most anticipated moments has finally been set in stone: Rihanna will be launching her very own beauty line, providing a range of products that will accommodate all types of skin and taste. Rihanna will be launching her very own beauty line, providing a range of products that will accommodate all types of […] More

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    past tense

    on days like this, we peel body mass like a rooted prayer & when we sink our elbows into the other’s mouth we are sure water becomes accustomed to memory like skin against eyelash — you ask if there is a gap in your chest and i tear through mine in response. draped & pared. […] More

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    exhaust engine

    at 3 am i divorce myself from the word prude & peel it off in one coarse breath like mulch kissing skin &  the next day the boy whose red-wood tongue remains unscathed gets a tattoo of sweltered cries & when the tree splits open i learn the hymn of the unreserved More

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    blue roses

    love does not want this body only leather-hewn mutters   and bleached bone gnashed against cobblestone   love does not want this body only the word   yes: pinched between fingers smudged in soot   love does not want this body only to rive boulders   beneath our nail beds like a strung out moan […] More

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    three drips

    mami cradled cherry trees between thickets of crimson phrases and pointed gazes i felt a prick not on my skin but in the poignant tug of fractured needles and an identity sewn in clatters of grim mumbles two buttons fell from the wrinkled coat and like embroidery i pinned them to my eye sockets and […] More

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    makeshift

    how the air grows thin            like silk:   today there is no history      behind crushed lungs:   i have made poetry out of my body        without regard to my mouth:      (an indentation: crude. unprocessed.)   today there is no one left     […] More

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    Buckled Knees

    i watch vapor collect on glassy-eyed pupils we gathered filaments of vitality not in pregnant silence but in withered whispers we wedged our chests in hope and faith but it gnawed at our brains and siphoned out our teeth replaced them with marble we sat atop gabled roofs and sidled among our own finely woven […] More

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    Gates

    I am seven. Mami braids pools of Salcedo rains in my hair, carrying the memory of limestone terraces within the soft lines of her palm. She doesn’t show exasperation at the sight of my disheveled curls or the uneven strands of my bangs, which I had haphazardly snipped with a pair of scissors that left […] More

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    i am warrior, woman, flesh who swallows rigid afflictions my mother’s stout gaze the trenches of the Pico Duarte   i am instigator, observer, messenger close-lipped within strummed harmonies and flushed cheeks grains of mashed plantains between portly fingers coarse like the english words laden on my mother’s tongue   i am tainted lips of […] More

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    muffles

    The first time I told a boy no, I lathered the word along the reddened lines of my palm like soap. Wrung it out with fervor. If guilt-ridden sputters could take form, they would be the wrinkled fabric of the t-shirt I doused in cold water, tiny droplets dripping into the tawny-colored pail. A white […] More