Lovely Odd with Cat Eye Glasses

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WickedEve
WickedEve
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"Phrenology is my head game,"
and her kiss landed there, alit
like a mechanical swallow,
storm-wet,
rusting atop me.

She wore mottled lavender and her dove
gray eyes. I drank them
with tea, while she

fingered my scalp's relief map,
read the swells beneath.
"Ice,
a winter curiosity when
you're Little Deer Box Number Six."

Then she fell to the floor, much like old
pomegranate lace.

copyright d. dixon
02-27-2009

WickedEve
WickedEve
39 Followers
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annaswirlsannaswirlsalmost 15 years ago
no surprise

your head overloaded her crazy circuit.

you are crazy good, girl