map
she holds herself
bodies on consignment
her hands find letters
weaving a metal blanket
cold
she maps herself in text
dropping pebbles.
pulling cards.
reading the stars.
and the occasional magic existential eight ball.
limited edition.
if you want to, follow her
her words, her visions, her sounds.
her spirit is in written, painted, and sculpted works: tags, love notes: i was here. i was. i am.
road signs, you might use.
traffic, cross town; secrets.
your hands, your words, clues.
light shows, the unknown, still, present.
sex beat, gun club. healing is the only path.
[we] commit to creativity
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heard on the street: you got to get responsible!
thank you, street. for the poetry and wisdom and the slang and the connection. redemption song.
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