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We become the city we eat:
Between flights we stitch together
Delicate organs, carefully curated
To make us more whole, as if
We were born broken;
We have leant how to hide the seams underneath,
Turning our Frankensteins inside out
Wearing Culture like spandex.
Not even our breath gives away
How our tongues and our intestines
Can be continents apart and held together by knots of ligaments:
We breath glitter too beautiful for that.
We are too beautiful,
Too out,
Too proud,
We'd do anything we can
To push deeper into the closet
The parts of us that cannot be seen
Falling together.
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