Mixed Metaphors
i lived in the east
yearned for the west
my mother said
i came two months early
to rush into
my impoverished body
i’m a mixed bag
with mixed skin
who never saved
enough time
enough money
enough love
for herself
maybe someday
no one will care
where exactly I fit in
and how I mix
my metaphors
into melancholy
mélange
I never could be precise
but wish for once
I could be too late
arriving
at the wrong
conclusion
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