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Click herestraight hooks barbed
claw the world crooked.
she fashions
a debutante’s dress
from lace-delicate dreams
stabbing cloth with pins
dulled by use.
but needles don’t cry
when soft flesh yields
to vice.
fix me,
fix me up nice
so I can smile today.
sixteen looks like sixty
hagged out
dumpster dwelling
thriving on the cast-offs.
seen me sin lately?
cost ya just a buck
and a fix of laughter.
drown my smiles with tears.
lavender lace tourniquet
soiled by stains
best not spoken of
in mixed company.
This poem was selected from Lit's archive of over 39,000 poems for inclusion in today's Archival Review.<br>
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That's the stuff... reminds me of Rumblefish.
"California’s like a beautiful, wild girl on heroin... who's high as a kite, thinkin' she's on top of the world, not knowing she's dying even if you show her the marks."
reading this poem of yours. Loved seeing the world through this speakers eyes.
p.s your poem has been mentioned in today's reviews