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"Cut it back, get in some clean fresh air"
by Meghan HelmichShe plants crawling vines
in and out of the mouths of babes.
Maybe not the best candidate
to lay on the desk in the office, he thinks
as pencil holders and ledger books
fall to the carpet.
But his electric hands are on her hips
and fogging the cold glass beneath her spine.
And still they grow until there is no room to breathe
around the green stems. 10/26/2011 Author's Note: Title from "Sender" - Pinback
Posted on 10/26/2011
Copyright © 2024 Meghan Helmich
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/26/11 at 09:00 PM Electric hands on the hips is a great visual. I'm sensing a trend of using song titles to jog your mind, and run with those simple titles into some fantastic territory, and I like it a lot. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/28/11 at 03:06 AM Excellent combination of plant imagery and humanity. And great set up in those first two lines. Makes me think of Picasso put to words. |
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