Weakling on her toes

Like on an altar in Mexico
she wriggles on his knee
like a daughter in silk
imbibed on his shoulders
like both moai staring
and not, like something blind too little,
evened by the sunshine
doused on her and her witnesses

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~ by Jeremy on June 27, 2009.

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