Onion Dress

October 15, 2008
By Chaney Harter, Lake Oswego, OR

I will peel off my onion dress,
layer by layer. Stitched and ragged and torn,
but terribly convenient.
It dissuades close inspection, but keeps me
alert, to jerk around for the puppeteers. Sometimes,
a trembling mouth droops, and my audience stumbles. But
a yank of the string and a well-placed joke
satisfies those who willingly blind themselves.

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Gangstahomes said...
on Oct. 30 2008 at 6:58 am
dude, nice poem, nice to see someone else from oregon is writing poems :) GO DUCKS!

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