Madder Than a Wet Hen “I’ll wear the prettiest dress I have today. Maybe the boy behind me won’t draw on my ears with his pen. He hurts my feelings, and I wonder if the ugliness at home follows me around. Surely, he won’t tease me with my ballerina dress on.” I realize I am…
Category: hysteria
“Wild flowers cut for two” now live on spillwords press nyc
flowers lift every blossom hightoward sunday’s somber skyexquisite hat, emits long sigh young’uns loud, dirty pantscardboard fans begin to dancechoir holds ceremonial stance tears spin, I sow a song, best I canwelcomes arise by awkward manmemories shift like mourning sand listen to preacher, job he’s doing, badhe never even knew my dadflowers jump off…
