Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Long Haired Maiden Press

To spite my name, I clipped the hair. For a hot, short shower. Jellyfish, Jaguar, January. Tag you’re it. Let leaf. Let luxury helmet. I stepped on a bee. No bra neutral, hammock or trampoline, two couches conjoin a crib. Hairbrushing spider. Jaybird. Hoodlum or fish hook. River sister & a someday mother. Hallelujah holiday. Penance hiccupped out. Jam. An echo cajoled. Clues inched into violet sport.

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