hello writing group
you could call her bazooka bettybased on those big butts she smokes
like she wants to cram nicotene years
into every last breath
like her overstuffed pocketbook with the hoops
where tobacco flakes cake the bottom
and hard candies and crinkled wrappers
are caught up in a tempest
could she open up her bag
and catch a ride home on the winds
she'd have to take with her
those buses she always takes
wrapped in the neon pink jacket
worn season to season to season
and all the drivers' names
she keeps stored in jars
behind her big tinted glasses
along with the rest of the world
posted by jomilkman @ 7:24 AM
2 Comments:
the clarity of the image you conjure is stunning
Hirsch unity, I like this a lot.
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