Symposium Spring 2019 - Cosmos

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Translation named my body missing, named my love lost, named my home hungry. Named my memory empty. Tonight my body is feast and love is the hunger. My lover is thirsty. He drinks my body like he was desert raised and I am an oasis. My lover is thirsty. He sips my lips like his mother’s language lives on them. My lover is thirsty. My body is a body of water. Tonight my love is drowning.

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