Leila Mottley

Leila Mottley

by giarts-ts-admin

i hold Oakland’s hand
like we have known each other in all our past lives
like her wrists click for me

but some days her hand loosens its grip
so i hold tighter
‘cause i am afraid if i let go
if i leave her
i will return to find
the lines in her palms have changed direction

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