JulyA Poem by Alice Beecher
she told herself
that she could be delicious
all lips and sweat and stained glass eyes
that she could be crushed and distilled
and devoured.
tightlips could touch her
bite her
someone could do it
someone could bundle and break her
It is July, the month when
countries kill their mothers
and fireflies singe the teeth
like too cold ice cream
And since this type of now
she’s smelled strange
taking herself out on a
clammy necked bicycle
looking for someone to hold
her boney hand
she can tell that he is extraordinary
she can tell everyone that he is
extraordinary
but the muscles of this summer
will not strengthen
only stretch themselves, into another gold and grey
hyperextending, telling more lies
she touches her face
and tastes a bloody raspberry
she could have them all
filming her, as their eyes grow sallow
they would watch her
and her heart would be a stranger
her eyes a sour, sun-melt candy
she could be delicious
as the veil crept down
© 2008 Alice Beecher
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