FrecklesShe is covered in brown spots. She was only three years later than me And already dirty. Wide green eyes peer at me from under pink hair She lets me in on her plan and I follow the speckled finger that points me. She thinks the world is her spaghettiFreckles
But sometimes she learns her mottled skin isn’t money. I wrap words around her
And give her tissue so she can dry off her dots.
Peach Sestinathe peaches are gone i secreted away the last one. i will eat it on the back porch, the way a peach should be eaten. the juice will cause a glare as it drips down my forearms in a wiggle every bit is to be savored, i will suck on the pit, too.Peach Sestina
i know he wanted it too, but now that they are gone his eyebrows will give that stupid wiggle of disappointment like they always will my only explanation will be a glare. i had every right to that peach.
i bite into the flesh of the peach and feel the juices begin the slide to my elbows and ignore the glare
ElephantsCrystal clear elephants in jeweled colors descended From the sky, floating on the currents and sliding Sideways like snowElephants
They landed on Main Street, while Their transparent skins threw Glints of sunlight into my surprised eyes Emerald elephants began to run amok
They razed the city, one building, one car At a time. They stripped color from the paints,
Pulling up the edges until it was cracked and half gone Smashing cars, with the people inside while not caring, Expressing disdain for man and machine, and no regard For passion. Cracks and chinks develo
Metaphysics of JoyShe chides me again, so I pull my wandering thighs efficiently togetherMetaphysics of Joy
And press them tightly inward. There’s a welcoming chill on my angular and lumpy stomach. It’s growing worse between a solid thin layer Of confidence and disapproval, between Public acceptance and private shame, The unbodied roundnesses of my breasts are Presented for the world to see. As the charcoal moves across the paper with An ominous scratching sound There is a war waged Between what I am and what I want I ponder the thick architecture Critically and clinically but I
4 January
Caring
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