The Crunch of PeanutsA Poem by Anna Auel
a pity party in a paddle pool
blood like geranium flowering blooming up and out I'm sorry when you chose this circus shell, that it was bowed and gangly and its protruding spines gored you as they toppled While Shakespeare splashed across the screen--it made a print of madness-- we drag our secrets, they trail behind us in tails, cans clanging against the asphalt bottle caps cutting the dirt and catching our ankles, a reminding weight. © 2012 Anna AuelReviews
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StatsAuthorAnna AuelShepherdstown, WVAboutI graduated in 2010 from a small liberal arts college with a degree in English. I work for a periodontist during the day, in my spare time--though I long to make it full-time, but am stymied by the ne.. more..Writing
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