Poem: Mold by Garser Dismuke

Slow down yet stay soft like SZA….you like it….when I be…. Aggressive

I like when your hair falls next to my teeth

Never change that. Stay long haired

In my embrace let's love like rabbits at the pace of snails

We don’t move

We mold our bodies like clay into a singular structure

Tat our name on the tag when it's placed in museums

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