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dissociative daughter

her, self, immersed in water, lost in float

the mother scours island; fugue state or worse?

 

all homes of prayer for silence, sand on floor

liminality in paradise; any corner’s a chance

possible geometrics

the dark triad

makes a pointy triangle

we’d all like to avoid.

Narcissus, Machiavelli,

and your everyday Psychopath

all facing outward—shadiness backing

malignant male intent.

their blades blunted by those circumambulations;

the warrior women

inscribe around you, rotating your crooks

in our rounded chants.

we witness, we weaken: your corners

deadened in our curves.