Tag: Lora Keller

I want my own closet
where I can
pull up a chair.

Rattle
my new
pearl bracelet.

Lick
my candy red
patent leather shoes.

Bury
my face
in the moth grey lace.

Without your sweat
stewing in every crotch
of your jeans.

I want to dress
in the wake
of my own
pure
scent.

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