Wednesday, May 16, 2012

May 16, 2012








We are the dolls our mothers ...
     forgot to bring in from the rain when they were children
     our severed limbs & bodies of trees
    

     Who could have known porcelain faces
     would rust – eyelids in vacant lots
     teeming with centipedes & flowers
     buttercups
     arrogant with morning light




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