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Ode to the Good Black Boots that Served My Soul So Well. Poem by Aberjhani Poet.
My tears were never mentioned. Nor were my hungers, fears, courage, or rage as that epic snort announced the lightning-shaped desire of the bull who transformed a cow pink as clouds into the mother of you, the one whose skin for two decades would leather around my feet like “Amens” safeguar