Monday, January 09, 2006

the folds of her dress

a sprawling epic,
she is vast --
and wide;

a body with dunes,
undulating hills,
and a horizon.
My eye sinks
a disappearing sail
inspires an 80 day trek
to face those who will not let
us have our
and eat it too.

Feed her strawberries;
pass them one by one over
her thick/slick red lips
but hold the sugar
hold the sugar

You can be a warrior
funny girl
writer with no face
really nice
a good friend

but girl, you need to understand
they don’t want you here,
they have no use for you.


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