September 27, 2007
is the softness of the skin which
in bright, dewy fashion sits upon the face
Soft set
ruby of the reddest red, the color my heart bleeds
And the tresses tumble down and they stick
Precipitation in the eyes,
Down, down to the hips.
More than waist deep.

Tap on the marble and a clutch
Don’t jinx it, don’t jinx it, I am but soundproof

for the last time

until tomorrow.
What? Why the rain? This is so routine.
Another lap around the track

and down the finger goes

for the ruby is giving off rubies
The swing in the park moving upwards
with rejection on it.
Rubies in the sink – thank god for the waterfall.

I am an icon,

A truth.

I am beautiful.

Let us rejoice and be merry,
for I am so picture perfect.

Don’t touch me, don’t touch me, you foul thing.

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