Kopano Maroga
i want to love my body but
also to disappear
if queer dysmorphia were
folklore
perhaps we would turn
into rainbows
when we die:
a slash of impossible polyphony
across the sky
leading nowhere
the treasure was lost
long long ago
Featured poet on 20 May 2021
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