I’m a queen and a dream. I move
in grinding glitter and wanton sighs,
fluent in guttural growl.
My colour is green, and I’m a Scorpio
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Sometimes,
I think what I need,
is for a stranger to slowly braid my hair
while I listen to a soft voice
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Falling white velvet,
vanilla eiderdown,
wafts toward the sleeping earth
all without a sound.
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Tell me about your tragedy.
Spread it all over me,
layer over layer,
like buttercream frosting
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An old question
rises up in an argument,
like lava or hot soup in a pot.
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I am from glass bottles,
from Swatch Watches and an age without seatbelts.
I am from a bungalow with ruffled
curtains blowing in the kitchen window.
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You have no right to haunt me.
I didn’t ask for this,
the lingering soul of something
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The fear of each looming moment
is over before you had a chance to
know it in your lungs, on your skin.
It regenerates, comes alive and walks
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Fat Girl
A fat girl stands on the corner,
the belt on her pants like a ring around Saturn,
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Your anguish is in my blood
and it gives me breath,
erasing my various maladies
and self-inflicted afflictions.
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