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  • Driving and diving

    Driving.
    Miles and miles.
    Footwork and footwork.
    Hello and hello.
    You stop where you can to hang a missing person’s poster.
    You notice the berries are a brighter red.
    You hear spiritually.
    You know sacredness is not seen but felt.
    She was found dead. Stabbed over and over again, slowly bleeding out her last breath-her last body movement of life depleted.
    Your baby sister.
    Your golden laughter on weekends.
    Your refuge of fun and fearlessness-dead; murdered.
    No one knows what metamorphosisizing.
    Wings or visions.

    Christina Mitma Momono

    Voting starts June 17, 2024 12:00am

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