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Steven Hutchison
Poems
Mar 2013
On the Audacity of Playing Jazz in Starbucks
I was angry when I saw her dancing.
She had no right.
Just last night she danced with me,
turning blues to pomegranates
and stepping on the seeds.
She walked through my corridors
(dim lights, bright-eyed)
painting the walls with broken expectations.
She whispered like a secret
she was now laying bare
at the tongues of anxious barbarians.
This morning her hips repulsed me,
churning smiles from grizzle
and burning coffee beans.
She had no right.
Written by
Steven Hutchison
Kansas City
(Kansas City)
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