The First Winter Snow Poem by Richard Brautigan

The First Winter Snow

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Oh, pretty girl, you have trapped
yourself in the wrong body.Twenty
extra pounds hang like a lumpy
tapestry on your perfect mammal nature.

Three months ago you were like a
deer staring at the first winter snow.

Now Aphrodite thumbs her nose at you
and tells stories behind your back.

Monday, January 20, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: snow,staring,trapped,winter
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Richard Brautigan

Richard Brautigan

Tacoma, Washington
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