An Ode To Dirty Girls
There’s dirt beneath your blunt fingernails and the sky-blue polish is rubbing thin A scar makes your well-crafted eyebrow quiver at its tapered end Your designer jeans didn’t come pre-worn […]
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another phoenix poem
Burnt eyes Lines like cracks in plaster things fall apart. Burnt lines Empty now white, hard, fading into time Purpose long forgotten Burnt Fire fire come back to me come […]
