God told me to tell you I’m pretty. Ha. My skin Midas-touch the / buildings I walk by. Ha. Every day I’m alive the weather report say: / Gold.
Angel Nafis, from “Gravity” published in Poetry (via lifeinpoetry)
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God told me to tell you I’m pretty. Ha. My skin Midas-touch the / buildings I walk by. Ha. Every day I’m alive the weather report say: / Gold.
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