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“like doves like wind ” (after SZA) by j.t. Andrews
loved a boy
call it besties / call it neighbors / call it
sleeping at foot of bed / call me
if you read this. she likes
the way i pronounce pussy
like doves like wind
like bubblegum pop
so why we caught
between sword and pen /
let me be both
the flowers & the vase /
said i like my hair long
so i shaved it and
i liked that too / & now
my hair is curlier than before.
j.t. andrews (he/him) is a poet from Texas, but he is unfortunately not a cowboy. He currently lives in Colorado, where he works on self-portraiture and building bookshelves.