Yuki Jackson | Poetry


I talk to myself
on my drive to Publix

I scream get the fuck out of my life
at the man who lives inside me

a permanent
postpartum depression

I’ve felt pain
since the conception
depicted only as
a secondary figure

Lotus Sutra Mandala (Honpoji Toyama)

The Bible,
Hindu scriptures,
The Lotus Sutra
he’s willing to die
for what he believes
which means
he’s willing
to leave his family
in every lifetime
I’ve cried at his feet
but now I stand
near the Publix entrance

Liberty is on the door
of the pizzeria
I unshackle my feet
and bring my own huddled mass
onto this shore



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