A spectacle of Shorts
She had paper-wings Thin and heavily creased From constant folding for neater storage A delicate origami girl But full of paper-cuts From having paper cut from her To fit any desired shape Her wings were something she'd never let be sloughed away Emergencies, they're for emergencies.
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Empty- Plastic jugs without lids, chip bags tattered and ripped Crushed cans detached from plastic rings- You took the most important thing and discarded the rest
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Saccharin lacquered cherub lips Pursed perfectly enough to hurt if they hit me Still I clenched- Pock marked like a lemon rind Sour pucked with a hint of sweet. And you a spring storm- Quietly brooding in the sunlight With darkness on the skyline.
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I had a feeling But you came and took it away.
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About the Creator
M. Bornhoffer
"But human beings are incalculable and he is a fool,
who tells himself that he knows what a man is capable of"
-W. Somerset Maugham "The Book Bag"
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