i wanna make 1,000 copies
by hand
cut it up in pieces
with a razor blade
run around
sprinkling handfuls of this story
dropping it softly on the top of babies heads
give a handful to an old lady
with grocery bags slowly crossing the street
whispering to her as i pass
This is a love story
i wanna mix the cut up pieces
with white wine
serve it a dinner parties
trade this mixture for the Hennessey
in my brothers brown bag
Here, drink this
this story kicks down brick walls with bare feet
its real
enough for you to grab
wrap it around you
kiss it
oil your skin
a magnifying glass held to close to the sun
i'll make confetti
stand on corners screaming
Here take this!!
See, you were wrong
We can love
We are revolutionaries
this book is a lover
it is a story that heals
heals
healed
Tricia Hersey 2003
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