CLOSET [POETRY]

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The writer is alone

in his cabin in the woods

in the kitchen:

there are grapefruits in the basin

bread on the basket

milk in the icebox

a pen on the table

paper on the floor

and a gun in the drawer.

–Words and photography by Teegee Villanueva

 

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Fluid (Poetry)

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Fluid as a boy
Fluid as a girl
Our bodies mix, entangled
Underneath the yellow sheet
(do you like me like this, naked?)
Staring at your blue-green eyes
I uncover the secrets of the Universe
Yours.
And Mine.
And for a moment, it felt,
As though my entire existence
Were reduced to a single point:
This.

 

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Words and photography by Teegee Villanueva