A Southern Girl's, Uncoiling Poem by Donal Mahoney

A Southern Girl's, Uncoiling



Whenever I mention you,
the doctor always asks
what do I see,

now that you're gone,
when I think of you.
I say I see thighs,

tanned and gleaming,
kissed by the proper
Bonwit skirt, rising

through the terminal
toward me and above
your thighs

that smile,
a Southern girl's,
uncoiling.

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