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Does the rabbit love her? (The Queen of Hearts does not.) If she drinks the “drink me” will her heart get caught up in all this wonder? Will she be late, so late, for a date with destiny? Will she shrink in her own skin, … Continue reading
she boasts a mane, after all, the right to call sun to center. white -petalled promises with up -roarious squalls of lovesme, lovesmenot. we’ve got her in our fists, given her too much power. spent hours hoping over flowered phrase, … Continue reading
.. This poem has fallen in and out of love with her -selves long before this sixth line. She’s daisy-chain tired and yet tried and true. She’s blue. And a particular shade of gray. She really really ……………….(really) wants to … Continue reading
.. He loves me, ……loves me not, loves ……….me, not. Petaled rain -drops settle the score, and she the storm at center. .. In November, we poem.
my blood approves and kisses are a better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers. – E.E. Cummings .. She’s fussing about out there in the garden again, cussing out the flowers. Loves me, loves -me-nots, forget-me-dids. Shattered … Continue reading
.. after, she rips the heads off of each and every one of them, with their little white ……..( l i e s ) petals; opts instead for dandelion’s breeze-blown r o a r. .. … Continue reading