I cannot be
a political refugee
or a Sapphic coffee house version of me.
So am I too plain for some audience to see?
If I was not me,
would my words embrace tighter
and shine brighter
than a binary star?
Would they stick out like a scar?
Or would they get smuggled through my stanzas and sold
on Valentine’s Day cards?
-2008
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