The past few months have
bled out of her. It’s how time
goes on while life stops.
Have a drink with me
already. You know we are
all just ticking clocks.
The animal in
me will come out and share some
stories with you soon.
She has death in her
teeth. Or maybe it’s just the
way you look at her.
What she didn’t know
didn’t kill her. She drank all
the poison instead.
I don’t want to be
Your lover any longer.
Your words can hold me.
Everything is falling off of my skin and bones
like dead corpses (are there other types?) in cornfields
that resemble scarecrows
so no one notices.
The little words.
Like the light and the blue that burns my retinas on my iPhone screen.
But I have laser eyes. I’m invincible. I’m a dinosaur never extinct. I’m a
goddess
when I’m naked.
Inverse Sampson–the more I put on, the weaker become.
Succumb.
Wounded.
Wanderer.
Soldier…who left the war to play the flute
but chose a cello.
Can someone be my music teacher?
Wait, you just play and I’ll dance.
And one by one, the clothes fall.
It’s a springtime dance in autumn.
Because I am always reborn in winter.
Will you take my photograph now?
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