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Can i fit into your arms BOI and tell you of the time
a wolf crawled into my body, its sharp eyes becoming mine, the scowl mistaken for a kind smile, the lonely wander in winter woods mine. The wolf’s full moon mouth begged to taste January’s stillness, its sharp bite. i know the space between the wolf’s fullness and my own. BOI, you are whole and fitting to yourself & i’ve asked who this body belongs to, its weighty limbs & dark skin, bleeding wants its stranger mouth. |
Nadine Marshall is a Black, Queer writer from Detroit, MI. Their words have reached the audiences of TEDxUofM, The National Poetry Slam, The Rustbelt Regional Poetry Slam, the Shade Journal, and Freezeray Poetry Journal. Nadine is a 2019 Lambda Literary Fellow in poetry and is currently working on a manuscript exploring gender, sexuality, and BOIHood. |