6/11/2008

Stuff'ed

A clock face
And clock hands too
Irish plague potato eyes
Greens and blues on Yukon golds
Corn ears
To bring your mouth to in summertime
Curved pitcher lips
spill the sangria, vamos!
Pearly white comb teeth
To hold back all that spitfire
And a bubblegum bell tongue
a sneaker tongue before the morning brush


Down along a long bottle neck
just as floozy
Down a straight chair back
Posture! Posture!
Over rose hips and a treasure chest
corset ribs protect my artichoke heart
Slide down sturdy table legs
tablecloth skirted, of course
To poised bathtub feet
A tub that held me like a womb

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