songanddancegirl

"It's about words, and words are all I have…"

throw mama from the train

trixie the prostitute  (heretofore to be known as the mohandas)

born the same day as mahatma  u need to be well versed in jerry

to get this   there is a goiter joke embedded too

 

 

goiters are a constant fear   fissures too   when u

toss your dresses  +shave those tresses !    what

becomes of u?

 

u grow

in leaps

+unbounds

 

u become  u

but more

u become someone

 

who can

catch a speeding

bullet  between

thumb+forefinger

 

something trixie could never do   the dresses were

heavy   so too the tresses  red  +dripping with a kind of

warped-perfection

 

when what u really needed to be

was  u

sans the

dreams

of the

zombie-mothers

__

 

Spring 2021

 

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