Bathing Suit

Her Skin Like Knotted Tree
Trunks Hung
Dripping Over The Door
Her Mother's Voice In The Distance
Forms A Puddle On The Floor

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Shallowend

Newlywed,
Running A Trail
Back To His Parents
She Is Watching Him
Sour, Not Turning
Yet

Weighting,
The Smell
Of Peeled Oranges
On Her Raisin Fingers
Plucking His Bare
Heel

Attention,
You And I
Lay Upon The Finger
You've Yet To Inspect
Pointing, Coming
Of Age

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A Three Day Party

Gouging At A Light,
Red, Head
They Tipi

Glasses Of Milk
Emptied Out,
Sticking To The Sides

Scooped Back Into Her Mouth
To Be Swallowed
Wholesome

Slide
Down The Bannister
To Kids

Waiting,
Clapping,
For One Another.

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Mouth

Dirtied,

Folded,

Like A Napkin On His Lap

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