JUSTIN W Price Poems

It was the first dead body I’d seen,
Waxy and soulless.
Hot pink lipstick,
I laughed at the choice.
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Leaves black
brown cured
with rum
whiskey vanilla,
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Smooth clay money denominated

by color. On their face,
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On television, the rocket ascended forcefully towards Heaven.
There’s a teacher on there, mother told me.
Like your kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Clark.
With the astronauts.
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It’s October and I’m
getting ready for school with my brother.
I’m in footie pajamas and I’m
eating corn flakes with extra sugar.
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faceless

shapeless blobs
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