Tuesday, November 20, 2012

She's a Reflection

Her glass stare shattered
on playground concrete,
her steely vase reflected
hips and ass

her nakedness was a child's myth,

boy's recalled only the purple sky
or was it golden
like her eyes that day?--

"no one matters," she spoke
like a question festering
as they hung on her every word,

she had those legs like the end
of a dream


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