speaking from the womb,
riling the she-wolves,
arousing them with Prokofiev. they stood
on their hinds, drew their swords
*
foxtrot candles, handwritten
report on mount vesuvius, blushed
when beautifuk rolled on
the
page. college-ruled
three-hole
punch. start again.
the flower girl did not
move a leg, frozen zaffa. first
among children
she corrects the grammar of
grammarians
*
the rev. mcculloch read, “we are
not
permitted to linger, even with
what is most intimate.” she
misspelled her name
on the marriage certificate
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