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Marge Piercy

(March 31, 1936 / Detroit, Michigan)

Always Unsuitable


She wore little teeth of pearls around her neck.
They were grinning politely and evenly at me.
Unsuitable they smirked. It is true
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  • Colleen Courtney (5/18/2014 6:29:00 PM)

    Little ladies hatched from the eggs of pearls like pink and silver lizards! Who writes like this! So incredibly awesome! ! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Bobbie Goggins (10/22/2005 8:40:00 AM)

    'little teeth of pearls'
    'grinning politely and evenly at me.'
    - Good imagery.

    This poem has a sweet, wistful twist and ends with the tragic 'bitter sisters.' (Report) Reply

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