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my body loves disaster
looks into a tsunami just to see itself reflected back sings itself in and out of existence waxing / waning a poor imitation of a moon i used to dream of being terror, part machine part fantasy / cyborg woman my body longs to be nothing but consciousness & function man-made, with titanium tits & a money back guarantee someday i will be / cyborg woman but for now, here i am body in love with disaster dancing itself into unbirth
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Ally AngAlly Ang is a queer poet of color based in Boston. Ally's work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Bettering American Poetry, and has been published in Nepantla, The Shade Journal, Tinderbox Poetry Journal, and elsewhere. Find Ally at allysonang.com. |
