A satirical poem of teal, skin, and orange, pressing wit, absurdity and refusal against the world.
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Teal skin, orange glasses, a comic sky. She tongues a small torpedo of fruit. The splash field around her ticks like soda. She is both thirst and advertisement. Necklaces clink—a cash drawer counting itself. Her mouth brightens; the day pays up.
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A surreal free-verse poem in which a pink feather boa becomes a tightening dress-code ritual, leaving one disobedient scale to hold the light.
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A dark poem of forgot, left, and mean, holding fear, fracture and survival in view.
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