Indigo Hawkins

Rookie (April 30,1989 / Virginia)

Yeah - Poem by Indigo Hawkins

Hold on a tick, while I lick
my fingers, mother. No need for your voice
to carry—or let it whirl if you will. Let it be
shrill; stick a needle in a cloud
over a cliff—not my
bridal shroud. Because
(before I marry) , I'm going
to tarry, eat this
blackberry and lick
my fingers.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 18, 2010

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