90 knows me well,
her sinuous curves — through five
states — lead me onward.
Driving to Chicago
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90 knows me well,
her sinuous curves — through five
states — lead me onward.
90 knows me well,
her sinuous curves — through five
states — lead me onward.
What naiad dances
in your pulsing, surging heart,
calling me to her?
With more handlers than
Lindsay, their paparazzi –
parents; stalkers – tots.
She turned to cake, felt
herself melting, the devil
eating his way out.
When her voice leaves her
body, recorded, it’s a
stranger who comes out.
Cut pin stitch fabric
stretch confines of clothing to
become catwalk art.
Taken by cell phone,
he grins shyly, she glows as
if her prince has come.
Snowpack seems solid
but underneath, droplets sing
of melting caverns.
Soon, darkness recedes.
But tonight I wrap myself
in velvet-starred black.
Flat mapped names turn in-
to forested hills, roads wind
towards adventure.