I
have Oscar Wilde pierced through my ears
I
have Hemingway tied up in the laces of my shoes
my
feet soak in cheap white wine weekly
I
have Arizona canyons engraved on the back of my eyelids
I
have Maya Angelou painted on my lips
Saraswati
& Ganesha hold back my hair
I
have maps, couches, routes under my finger nails
I
have coconut oil dribbling down my throat
the
two thousand thirteen lunar calendar replaced my mirror
I
have Shakey Graves in my spine, Grateful Dead down my pants
I
have all organic, non GMO thunder thighs
boys
beg, I brush them onto my teeth
I
have essential oils tattooed on my toes
I
have guitar string flavored colors stitched in my rug
the
Bhagavad-Gita coats my knuckles
I
have NPR freckled on my cheeks
I
have drunkenly even bangs, for free
I
have mountains throwing festivals all over my hopes
I
have mountains playing kickball with all of my dreams
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