Mokita Poem by Marijke McKinney

Mokita



Back door balconies
Eating brains
Here we are again

Bloodshot eyes
Cushions of desire
We can’t get up

Radio pictures
Lost printers
Forgotten morals

Buddha mountains
Drinking your water
Empty stomachs

You feel it
We want to be the hate
And leek out love’s face.
With every small knit.

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