Jane Doe

January 19, 2012
Buy your can of peppermint chew
Carve her name in a green tattoo
Like her oval sea foam ring
Hanging from your ignition key
Crash the engines, blaze toward the stars
Enter a room full of old guitars
Record all the dissonant sounds
Smash them to the ground

In her lip, a diamond Monroe
In her living room, a strip show
In her bathtub, a slow overflow
In her glass, a pinch of Bordeaux
In her bed, a handsome man named John Doe

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