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Sarina
Poems
Feb 2013
my sunshrine
The shelter sleeps like a ghost at night
and I walk with him during the
day, his one shoe on my right foot β
I barely look like a woman,
or if anything, a ******* waiting for
someone to provide her a second
glass slipper & slip off her ball gown.
She will lay on her back in a motel β
beautiful as a tulipβs head
nursing on fertilizer for sustenance
but largely agreeable with champagne.
Even lying on pillows like a pubescent
chest, perky and barely touched,
she is a **** alone with leather boots.
No one knows his name but
he comes and goes and feels like home,
the fuzz still in her eyes from sleep
still collected from a previous divorce.
I visit the shadow with my tongue
and only mothballs when the sun sets β
an uncomfortable rat in the soles too.
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Sarina
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