i'm too much with myself, i wanna be someone else.

"What I wear in the morning pleases
me:     green shirt, skirt of wine.          I am wrapped

in myself as the smell of night
wraps round my sleep when I sleep

outside.          By the time
I get to the corner

bar, corner store, corner construction
site, I become divine.          I turn

men into swine. Leave
them behind me whistling, grunting, wild."

- Olga Broumas, “The Bite” (via grammatolatry)

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