i
am scar blooded and loved as silver.
pierce
my skin erotica and
with
devotion, stand still on my wires
through
our native indian
reflection
of purple coats.
I
said that before I feel the drums
i’m painting
landscapes
i am painting
portraits
i finished my
self-portrait
with my eyelashes
brushes.
Again
and again and the repetition
Is
making me breaking me fixing
Me
in the right of your wrongs.
