Lesson 70
Traveling’s not enough: I wish I’d been bornin every city, in every street, in every
neighborhood, knowing the winding rivers
that cut through every valley like the back of my hand.
I wish my fingertips had touched
the walls of the maze-like Turkish bazaars
and climbed the precipitous hills of
the HuaShan mountains in one lifetime.
I wish I’d, simultaneously, lived
every life there is across cultures,
across borders, gender, race, and identities.
I wish I was every single speck
of the human race. I wish I was you
and him and her and them and it.
I just want to feel everything.
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2025-04-11 at 21:31
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