of the field of queen anne's lace
I know I belong there
sycophants notwithstanding
I see over you
“I am looking through you” he said airily
I turned and walked away
back to my own field
where he does not exist
did you think I would be silent as I was marginalized?
I have given birth to
worlds of seeds
tumbling like time
crashing through the river beds
into oceans I have wept
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