café au lait
birthmark upon my face
for what reason do I deserve
your benign designation
is she a flower or a weed
a ship sailing across the sea
destination unknown
what past truth lives inside
commandeering my dreams
seeking to be found
oh how mere strangers
stare & point in my direction
at my poetic imperfection
january two thousand twenty-two
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