Wednesday, January 8, 2014

IRL II


Imagine
my prude daughter paw
shaking hands with 
your midnight manicure
appropriated junkie nodding
to the anti-climax
of kool thing
though I can never knee sock
or sexy squirm across linoleum
we all have our designated
instruction manuals
and mine’s based on
a conservative goodism
that’s always worked out ok
imagine a shyness
the size of all media, deflated
flashing colors accentuating
my very normal pores
maybe mildew or perfume
everything fading
as fate grants us
each other

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