My body is not the promised land. Not even you are entitled to it-no matter what title you hold: friend, boyfriend, husband.
My body is mine alone, no matter how many times I give access to it to others. I revoke the right to evict you at any time.
My body is not the promised land. You will never find it inhabited by your descendants. If you think children will bring you happiness, you should continue elsewhere.
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Blue Eyes and Other Sources of Drowning
PoezieFor the boy with blue eyes. For the love and friendship I grieved, and many other things. Started: 11/20/20 Finished: 8/8/22 My 8th poetry book.
