We have jungles for minds.
We have countries and continents for hearts and fireflies for fingers,
airplanes for eyes and our mouths are chocolate factories,
our tongues are waterfalls, our breasts volcanoes our breath great tropical storms and our
voices fish tangled in a nylon net.
Our worlds are ant hills, but the breath in our lungs are made of galaxies and oceans and God
knows we will keep breathing with the fury that can inhale and exhale such things. If you ask
our bones to sing be prepared for the spewing from our lungs of moons and sea creatures,
humpback whales and stingrays, coral reefs and Saturn.
You know they say our bodies are commodified but I dare you to contain what we are made of.
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