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I See All The Things You Didn’t Say

Whether or not you know that words are things
I’ve got my crystal ball and a knife that sings

Haunting me well after midnight,
Seeking peace (or pieces) despite

These pains that ache me
So who does that make me?

I see all the things you didn’t say
Pieces of coriander, cascara and bay

Mashing up
Mashed-up heart

I wish you could see me in the dark
I see all the things you didn’t say

How I wish this weight would go away

Mortar and pestle,
Yearning, churning until

Success:
The mirror sways
Showing you some new ways

But today’s mantra:
Perhaps cliché,
I see all the things you didn’t say

Lovingly weaved spells to ensnare,
Perhaps the activist’s pain is more aware?

So I’ll wait…
Until I meet you there.


Simcha Bensefis

DSCN3620Simcha is a rad non-binary QPOC brujx, community activist & voodoo devotee living on occupied Kalapuya & Chinook territory. By day they work in community mental health & by night they can be found spinning in circles & dreaming of faraway desert lands.

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