Benjamin Gonzalez

1994, Berlin
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You are a fire burning from afar at night
seen by every thought and every question
and every doubt birthed by the fog that was my mind
you are the question mark that mocks the end
the hyphen that frays me

You are my moon, throned in
the starless night that is my
memory. tides flood my shores
ripples of longing as you circle
me, an earth that weighs too little—
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