Dress yourself
in your own creation.
The new day
ushers in a new style.
Dress and have
dressed the cessation
of the truth
undergirding all the while.
The steel frame,
flimsy made,
the cardboard
sticks, scotch tape meld,
support you,
heavy, burdened maid,
and, struggling,
load goes upheld.
Frailty, poor
frailty of youth,
exchange not,
nor questions asked.
No thoughts to
be laid out as rail –
pretend to fit
all under mask.
Love incomplete –
care
arm half-cocked;
confidence shall
sure impair
the trade,
your cellar
bare, half-stocked.
Collar bones are
hollow stones
and backs of knees
are naked trees
and napes of
necks are old birds’ nests,
and love’s
cradle was never rocked.
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