Corsage Girls

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Angeline
Angeline
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A bandboxful of corsage girls
primp and polish their sparkle
before long stagelit mirrors.

They sweep jade shadow,
outline lids in Nile lines,
and purse their lips for gold
swivel tubes of shiny red wax.

Their bare shoulders gleam,
and they dip bejeweled necks
graceful as stems, pat scent
on the petals of their skin.

Their long red nails tip tap
on the vanity counter and they
carry glittery bags small enough
to hold a teacup chihuahua.

When they glide into night
each becomes a luminous flower
that attaches itself to a man's lapel.


Angeline
Angeline
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fridayamfridayamalmost 14 years ago
This is lovely

and I know because I've seen those girls--such an exact and trenchant decsription. Ty. x

LeBrozLeBrozalmost 17 years ago
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This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 35,000 poems.

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LeBrozLeBrozabout 17 years ago
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You say it so nicely ~ superficial.

Maria2394Maria2394about 19 years ago
beautiful!!

this is both delicate and powerful..I love how you see things angeline, excellent work :)

TathagataTathagataabout 19 years ago
there are

so many excellent word combinations and images here it just floors me.

~They sweep jade shadow,

outline lids in Nile lines,

and purse their lips for gold

swivel tubes of shiny red wax.~

Damn

you am good

: D

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