this glorious poem

..

she’s all round
hips and loose lips and
sibilant spill; full of curves
and nerves and the no
-frills call of the wildebeest.

she’s found
herself in ink and sky,
relies on timbered truth
and marbled wry
humor and toast.

at most, she’s spec
-tacular, shaped in smudge
and skin, beginning to spin
herself into something
slightly in
-sane.

she may not yet have
unshaped her darkest fears
,
but at least
she’s here.

 

 

 

In November, we poem.

 

 

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1 Response to this glorious poem

  1. rothpoetry says:

    Great descriptions. I can see her as I read!

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