Today's poem is by Shauna Hannibal

White Anklets

She walked in on it she could tell
right away what she'd done she was
wearing white anklets something
makes wine goody touch me where it all fits
together and after all the majesty
with which water falls she's finished
righteously streaming hither

Come wet turn screw whomever
I was wearing white anklets when
I walked in on it there was no
question of joining him then as if

orchids dangled off trees or peonies
burned like crumpled tissue set on
fire I turned my back my goodness
asphalt and let the sirens scream

Copyright © 2003 Shauna Hannibal All rights reserved
from jubilat
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