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I posture between sheets laced in black. Ink absorbing into fibers of conversation undulating from the lips of women who identify them- selves as natural flaws in the fabric.

Collapsing feelings to one, I long to be in their mouths, their heads. I am light refracting outward the eye, stinging and moistening as they speak miscegenation blues.

We gather words to graft scraps of our own flesh and exclusionary cultures. A hybrid forms in partial death of an original. Air of anonymity eases the fragile equilibrium of lives feeding only from each other.

Gabriele Hooks received her B.A. in Writing from California State University. She divides her time between California and Florida.
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Author:Hooks, Gabriele
Publication:African American Review
Date:Mar 22, 1999
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