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Jagged Daisies
The blue dress sobbed
above yellow skin.
Even my panties rubbed
wrong. Vases of daffodils
with their flimsy voice of
stay and don't. My wrist
watch looped through
trumpet vines, hallways
of jewelry, lamp shades.
He fashioned a crew cut,
a mannequin cloaked
in guns. Frost stirring
perfume, nails stabbed
in daisies, I longed for
the touch of dog tags,
slice of muscle. Instead,
the moon slid into
my skylight, unfastened
the straps of my heels.
I fingered my mouth,
dreamed about his tongue,
his staggered teeth,
like pollen and staples.
above yellow skin.
Even my panties rubbed
wrong. Vases of daffodils
with their flimsy voice of
stay and don't. My wrist
watch looped through
trumpet vines, hallways
of jewelry, lamp shades.
He fashioned a crew cut,
a mannequin cloaked
in guns. Frost stirring
perfume, nails stabbed
in daisies, I longed for
the touch of dog tags,
slice of muscle. Instead,
the moon slid into
my skylight, unfastened
the straps of my heels.
I fingered my mouth,
dreamed about his tongue,
his staggered teeth,
like pollen and staples.
Posted 06/04/12
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