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(1) Hell is a desert
by Meghan HelmichWe fell into snake holes this morning,
our ankles cramped at an angle,
our cries made sour by the misty air.
I asked to wear your boots so often
that you broke down and bought me a pair
in obnoxious pink alligator skin
which I walk around in with no shame
because I love wearing your intentions,
hateful or kind, but always passionate. 11/07/2011 Posted on 11/07/2011
Copyright © 2025 Meghan Helmich
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/07/11 at 05:48 PM I say go for it, because I dug this. |
| Posted by Frankie Sanchez on 11/09/11 at 05:43 PM 'Still pondering titles.' Ah, there it is. I'm silly. "I love wearing your intentions," is a remarkable line matched with markable subtext. Keep this series alive, I like it. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 11/09/11 at 06:53 PM ... exceptional..... |
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