"What are words for?
When no one listens,
there's no use talking at all."
-- Missing Persons

the cry of woman

would

woman

bellow

candy

when

marble

worry

 

surround

s

her

like

a

sad

dance

 

voice

languid

ly

question

ing

the

steam

ed

winter

 

drunk

on

translucent

champagne

and

green

magic

 

squirm

fool

,

like

joy

will

pierce

the

rhythm

of

concrete

 

cut

through

the

velvet

air

 

and

free

your

fever

ed

eternity

 

Copyright 1999, Stacey Wenkel

 

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