My Lips Are Made of Wax, My Teeth Are Furry Blades, and Other Lies
My hair is a bristly statue. My ears
My nose is a funnel of love. My lips
My neck is a chicken wattle, a ratchety
I am always the brave one,
My throat is conch shell, listen
My arms are not wings, nor a flight of angels,
My fingers are quills scratching words.
My knees are knocking, but no one can come in.
|No. 12 - Fall 2013
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