fantasy and conversation (a. lorde)

Speckled frogs leap from my mouth
to drown in the coffee
between our wisdoms
and decisions

I could smile
and turn these frogs in to pearls
speak of love, our making
our giving.
And if the spell works
shall I break down
or build what is broken
into a new house
shook with confusion

Shall I strike
before our magic
turns colour?

[audre lorde]

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