Friday, March 22, 2013

this year i think i finally get what all the palm fronds were about

hands press skirt
damply to knees knobby
and proper
waiting for the smoothing out
of life wrinkle run snag tear

somewhere along here
you said
or they said
the point is someone

that if i counted to one hundred
every night and made ritual of floss prayer please thank you
my hair would shine
my teeth never rot
and my touch would turn to gold

three cavities and frizzy hair later
i wait
for light radiant touch on freckled soul
the lifting up, wiping off, kleenex giving
of a savior come

smooth save renew with spit on your thumb
and needle and thread
come soon

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