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| was it really so vibrant to linger with me purple-pigtails-flouncing majesty the shape of her mouth speaking ohne mich of antiperspirant dried on her arm stretching forward to meet words I can't control you they form on my mouth bowing bashfully seething to succumb to slip down under jewel baring her soul-hardened-gaze upright still beside that chamber chain-link fence that reached his arm snagging sulphur ripping tetanus breaking the silence I felt when his hands cupped me before the entire family watching TV under the afghan. now I use it to wrap my legs in when I go outside to smoke healing that reclaiming innocence I knew what I was doing and I felt - good repulsion or bad ecstasy syringe in hand he waltzed over to chicago Eveanston the backdrop to so many lies Art institute acting so pious but pity he wasn't really there. and that time I wanted her to speak of watching naked women undress even further down to blood and sweat and tears or maybe not the pain putting pepper on my tongue to help forget but the bitter taste, anise always reminds me and I spit and spit but can't erase I already swallowed it whole |
| By Ginger Erickson, NM |
| 2003 KarMel Scholarship Entry |
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