The Closet

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She smiles,

a slow, careful smile

that curdles on top like bad milk,

a skin freezing in increments over troubled

waters.  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says

to the accompaniment of the skeletons doing a jig in her coat closet.

Suspended Animation

Suspended animation, pendant perfection,

buoyancy  battling autumn breeze;

where would you be without

adherence,  fusion,

attachment

to your

Vine?

Steeped Cinnamon

You wait

with breath on hold

for the glimmer of the waking sun

to light up your world, a global alarm clock

which will tease open veiled tresses and release your

joy-steeped beauty like a stick of sweet cinnamon in a teacup

of finely hand-painted china, a compound of the world’s richest organic drink.

The Value of You

You’re no pin-up, that’s for sure.  Too pale, for one thing.

No uniformity.  A bit of an odd-ball shade, too.

The sun will wash you out within hours.

That fold is a bit non-conformist.

How will you compete with

Air-brushed standards?

How will you set

The value of

You?