the sequined gownA Poem by mayo
there was a time when my thighs stretched over the neck of an elephant and my knuckles bled nightly. my lover swallowed pointed words as my mother too short to reach my father’s thoughts led me through the dark to taste the moon juggling on a star. we sat conjoined, she and i, and wrestled with the strong man of never going to understand. but please, please, don’t call this “the end”. we circle ‘round again. © 2008 mayoReviews
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