Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Wig With Highlights

the girl at the front desk
has cancer she's just come
back from vacation and her
arms are the color of a pig
pickled in a jar she can't stop

laughing can't meet my eyes
when every one else is back
in the lunch room she drops
her pants to show me her new

tattoo the colors flash like glass
brilliant a hip-bone butterfly

1 comment:

dori said...

I found your blog after I did the Quizilla 'Which poet are you?' test and it turns out... I'm you!
I think your poetry rocks!!! Especially love 'Even This Dress Hurts Now' - very powerful.