elsewhere
the vague continent of origin
a forgotten relic
this addition of heritage of such import
we race to describe
ethnicity
the cross we bear
"ah, my mother's from...
but she lives in...
though she's really..."
in truth
just words
words to tear down bridges
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The Unknown
It is amazing
what such a small word can hide
the assumption
when broken in half
delving into it
hands covered in silence
the cacophonous noise withdrawn
the safety within
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When People Walk Dogs in the Dog Park, They Look at the Dogs and Think How Differently They Look Never Considering How Different Are the People Walking Them
the stench of the first arrival
he looks around
so does she
the faces
as different from one as the other
the empathetic mix of domesticated and domesticator
the run
the run wild
with color
size/shape
looking up
the difference rests unnoticed
-at least on his end.
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