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from: "Lullaby for the Immigration Ocelot"

for we all drift into sleep curled tight like a fetus
then, when dreams unfurl
we fan out like fists unclasped
or flags stretched long on the horizon

Ortiz, Amalia. “Lullaby for the Immigrant Ocelot.” Rant. Chant. Chisme, Wing Press, 2015, pp. 20-21.

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