a different color

the heavy world on my back while I am planking
children crawl underneath me to drink 
gravity only exists as long I can hold it
only when I am under tension I can hold here
what I love

unity has left me though I am inside of it
now that I found this different color in my face
my family does not know where it comes from
and denies parts I am made of, parts naturally entwining
like double gendered slugs in love
'how rootless' I think, while I keep pressing through my toes,
heels back, 'all this dreams of separation.'


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