Dysfunctional Translations Poem by audra king
Dysfunctional Translations
Her fingers
Desperately type sincerities-
The simple
Publications of her affection.
Her singer
Looks pretty squawks out of key-
Blame it on
Complications from the brass section.
Her passions
Have been packaged and stored away-
Oh, such an
Unfortunate girl with disorders.
Her ashen
Anemic, white, motionless face,
Tossed out with
Old tapes, and outdated recorders.
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4/25/2024 6:04:35 AM # 1.0.0.1119
evocative, audra. can taste it - ~ - you place us there with the setting, the scene, the subject and further equip the reader with emotion, passion, a breath of quality. best care, sjg