By May Yang
i am straddling memory and the present tension
muscles turning into stone from the weight of time
how do you understand me in all of your knowing?
i am standing at crossroads
and there are many of them, one on top of the other
and they are not flat
and i could not just lie on the ground to rest and breathe
but i would like to
to survive i must stand and hold them all together
with my feet pinned down like a needle binding seems
so that when people cross me
when they cut these paths
we can speak
and we can be together
for a moment in time
this is how i feel about myself.
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