the women.

the women.

me.
explorer of dream.  
smile
casting magic on those in her orbit.  
knowing eyes
peeking out from pink and turquoise
feathers.
striped and barefoot and bejeweled.
sweaty, whirling hips.
painting the sky with patchouli hands. 

and

me.  
head tilted.
curious.
grey wool exterior, lined inside.
big eyes squinting.  taming Questions. 
determined for answers.
once prodded, bullied.
once,  
forgot her name.  
Determined.
close up, no injury.
underneath bronzed body armor—
dark, dried up, salty invalidation
chipping off.

give her little wings.

 

 

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