poem 25 2017

April 25, 2017 § Leave a comment

over under loop-ti-loop

like back when I was too much of a princess to be smoking
my Kool menthols on the damned porch so I quit, and now
knowing and sure as shit *saying* no way am I going to be
relegated to the backroom as if my underpinnings are not
glossy enough to be shown in public so here we go loop-ti
-li & say now I can see graffiti for what it is;
an antidote to complicit

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