Author: brooklyn baggett
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I am a giant sequoiamy cells carry a millennia of memories and knowledgemy limbs stretch to the skymy crown among the clouds that I sip on for watermy heartwood twisted and healed a thousand times overmy body scarred from the flames I’ve endured they can try to cut me with their words but my bark…
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I’m scared for my existencewake up every day fearingthe call for extinction in an effort to keep myself informedI find the world around me deformedmy perception erased by cruel reality the court has adjournedand found me guiltyof the crime of graspingat happiness like straws but what does the news say? that our president “favorsblunt force”,…
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let new color shoot of wild garlic in eye hole worms shitnew soil on periosteum wherever i rainpink-walled skywill also be
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Our very own lebensraum: the Gulf of America, Greenland, and Canada, too.I fear I’m overstepping here, but President Jackson’s portrait is backIn the Oval Office. My heart goes out to all the very fine people in the crowd,He said with a wink. It’s the Inauguration, after all. Out with the old: Critical Race Theory, In with…
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My bleeding ribs not from a bra seen as a sin by many, ran away into the sea of Gender I love, risen Forward, bans all other in my ear dominating as Ares a new era
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I have no gender. I am only a shape, a sound, my breath, and then I’m gone. If you remember me, that’s your problem.
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Red, white, and blue. An orange-faced felon. My mother’s favorite mug staring at me with the other water-spotted dishes in the sink that I had avoided too long. My finger pads, and blood, are the same shade as the red on the cup, the red of the flag, and they…
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I want to reach deep inside myself and give you glitter. I want to give you love is love t-shirts and love wins enamel pins and glossy blue and yellow HRC bumper stickers. I want to give you bachelorette parties at Discovery. I want to give you rainbow floodlights painting the Broadway Bridge. I want…
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Hymn for 2025 Oh siren, whose blend was commenced on the day Of women nationwide, how you turn the tide With your one half female, one half fishtail form, You live as hybrid. Your likeness printed on espresso bean bags I slice open with stainless-steal shears and sift My human being through your sieving breaststrokes.…
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There I sat, On throne of decay, In castle of rot. My subjects stood before me, Epizootic gripped their shells, Fear, their hearts. They waited for me to say something, anything, To lessen their fear, Their pain. So I spoke. “I have lived since the seas spindled into waves, Since the first of us learned…