this dust-rolled
brown moth
is
patterned
with a band of white
to stand for winter,
when it was just a flimsy bundle
of gristle and sticks
and all the boys in the summertime are sticky and
unclean
like the mouths of dogs -
pink where the sun can't lick
the backs of their necks are baked red brick
girls wear bronzer
piled on thick.
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 8:12 PM UTC
this dust-rolled
brown moth
is
patterned
with a band of white
to stand for winter,
when it was just a flimsy bundle
of gristle and sticks
and all the boys in the summertime are sticky and
unclean
like the mouths of dogs -
pink where the sun can't lick
the backs of their necks are baked red brick
girls wear bronzer
piled on thick.
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