your angles are tight
with a smile smeared 'cross your teeth.
you whisper 'she's easy'
like the dust that you sweep--
so silently rug-bound and shoulder-blade deep,
and im just saying dont judge me
i bloom like a poisonous weed in the springtime.
bright butter yellow, deceiving from the looks of the outside.
your yardwork screams of your structure
and clawing for control of the plant-bed
but i can be strangling, insidious like kudzu.
my smile is wide as a net cast in summer,
and i bring all the backtalk and turn it into my dinner.
proper like tea-cups, i clink against sideways glances.
oh cynthia, dont think i will give you too many chances,
cold hearts melt in my pocket like chocolate
in the slanted rays of sundown.

06/13/2012

Posted on 06/13/2012
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