Joan Stepp Smith

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Soon, out the womb 'down there' is nuance.
It guides you, like a legality, like your own breathing
in and out of overtone, hardcore hodgepodges,
those inklings near sacrosanct beyond breakfront
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Soon, out the womb 'down there' is nuance.
It guides you, like a legality, like your own breathing
in and out of overtone, hardcore hodgepodges,
those inklings near sacrosanct beyond breakfront
negligees and neo-negligence leading the good life.
Isn't it romantic? Wasn't it morbid? Watching
the cleaning girl rush to catch his car,
her fine boned feet skipping down the stairs
after him, after he's left your bed still damp,
her trotting alongside his black Bavarian car,
you watching her tapping on his blue tinted window,
him lowering it just a slit, just the barest invitation for her
willing fingers to enter, and like little arrows make contact
with a man who has no clue how much you've watched his starving
girl, that pulling back from the pinch of a future
choking, that sucking on her insensible fingers not knowing
how easily you could have taught her to tip them with poison.

(In A Pasture With Palominos, published by Tebot Bach 2010)

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