How would the poets
feel about me, in
their long dresses
Short lives. Me
wearing a crop top
midriff -
bare to the rest.
how would i look in a frock
in a play
in a corset
tightened to be a man’s wife
on Friday at 8 and Saturday at 8
the following weekend.
if only life
was a burst of short performances
half a tab
rolling not amongst the trees, as thou,
but rolling against our own misgivings
misguided children in tight clothes, limited
minds stretching long enough to memorize
lines
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