NICH GRAHAM
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Poems

Moon Cotton
got lost temporarily/ 
again/ 
howled over yonder/ 
following an invisible compass/ 
Ive lived here awhile & still get lost in these woods"/ 
She wears tough skin/ 
a contagious laugh/ 
a well worn smile/ 
Windswept tears mix with dog slobber/ 
in the back of her pick up truck/ 
sunset again/ 
new lands/
familiar country roads/ 
back to the community of/ 
once strangers/ 
now friends huddled around stories and roasted chestnuts/ 
knowledge/ 
we learn from water and gravity's perspective/;.
No purity/ 
Stardust & micro plastix inhabit water droplets;/
can be home in multiple places;/
water/ 
shapes structures/ 
shapes/ us, swales shape/ 
waters wave lengths bringing Contour / 
lines ah-life/ 
Long term efficiency curves with nonlinear progress/ 
hundred year plans nourishing future kin/ 
of all species stacking/ succession and multiple functions/ 
we practice deepening our sense of wonder &awe/ 
at the possibility lions mane inoculates trees/ 
ionizes/ 
channels electricity to strike/ 
create death to grow/ neural networks/ 
earth work/ 
linked through unseen paths /.



Catcus
i bloom from a cycle of strong women
Albotrobajador viejx’s
Spiked pillars wearing green wrinkles
tall
in the desert sun
Hardships and dreams keep them
growing
i love my great grandmother, grandmother & mom
They've taught me how to hug a cactus
That I can breathe into the sensation some call sharp
Embrace needles,
feel skin cells
pop
forming tattoos
trauma’s & lived experiences bleed into ink
Kin into me
Creating symbols i didn’t understand at first
Frustrated
taking years of hard learning
just like them i am
soft as fabric compared to them
Clothes tattered from each hug
Rip open another layer
As one wound opens another closes
As one wound closes another opens i get cut each time
There’s no way around this
We laugh
“Mama’s didn’t raise no bitch”
Seek to dissolve pain
i
wear these tears as badges of honor
Reminds of where i’m from
part of who
i am

Te amo bisabuela, abuela y mama
Te vengo un linaje de mujeres fuertes
They’ve raised me to grow different from them
Each one shaped me unlike like them
i am them
Have cried with them
To them
Because of them

We bloom all the same
Nurtured the best as a cactus can while
i
try to nurture them
To love a cactus is to understand
Water may be love
isn’t always absorbed in sand
Slips through tiny pieces of mountains broken down
i
Love you
Forgive you
Apologize
for trying to be like you
different than you
frustrated
i understand now how
to hug a cactus
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