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seventeen and

three quarters

she wanted to

twist the world

around and

around

in her bitten fingernail

hands

like a rubik’s cube

seven billion people

she can toy with

she twisted it

around and around

in her lavender petal

hands

in a

blue-submarine room

in a lights-off

underwater spectacle

of perfectly curved

question marks

shapeshifting into

armed and legged

enigmas

that twist each other

till they break

almost

 


 

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I swim in your

christmas lights

and come to

the cellophane

surface

smelling of

the american crew

pomade

sitting on your

lights, camera

easy bake oven

I cross my legs

drinking in

all of your hundred

degrees

this

is how I counted

up to two and twenty

in the red-blush heat

of your desert

oasis blue

christmas lights—

half refusing to blink to

electric

life the other half I crunch

till my mouth turns

blue

 

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One comment

  1. Alessandra · January 14, 2016

    Love it!
    Beautiful!!!

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