Tuesday, May 25, 2010

St. Magdalena de Pazzi

My hips are bent carousels.

These painted ponies call me

the sunshine kid.

I am gold & green & just trying

to keep my legs crossed.

I am jealous of your teeth

& the way you run your tongue

over them before you touch me.

My intentions are dappled.

My mother told me that my eyes

glow too much. They are lightbulbs

planted by God, I tell her.

I cannot stop this electricity.

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