BACK AWAY FROM THE PRICKLY POET
I had the room to myself mere seconds ago –
But now that I am here people scurry in
to figure out why I think it worthy
I did before they arrived But now I must
survive their trying not to stumble into me
Like at the beach when they close in on you
All white skinned with red speckles creeping into cracks and the scratching begins
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Winter 2012
TEA & ORANGES THAT COME ALL THE WAY FROM CHINA
My childhood bedroom turned mauve when Leonard
began serenading Suzanne obsessively into the wee hours
The room where my black standard poodle chewed a hole in
my bed Where I hid my stash and purple prose as Leonard
morphed into Joni who wafted out the window when the air was thick
And fathers returned to suburbia at night only to watch their
arteries harden and their dreams evaporate on the sizzling screens of new tv’s
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Winter 2012
songanddancegirl... at 4
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