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When she speaks, her breath is heavy
with the dust and wax of women
who knelt down before an altar
of defensive procreation.

The words are less a message
than a beast of daily burden.
Brimming pails of clotted vowels
sticking to her labored tongue.

The moral and the punchline
are not served for your amusement:
they are pieces on a game board
stretching back before her birth.

Like a flute, she's just a vessel
for a set of measured holes.

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I blog irregularly at TinkerX. I'm also on Twitter. @andyhavens, go figure.


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by andyhavens

Ugly Amy
Dare we connect this to Ugly Amy? Wino. Drunk. Addict. Loser. Souse. Lyric theif. Plagerist.
Junky. No wonder she left the way she did. And the English still can't figure out how she died.

Pathetic.

( Posted by: veebdosa [Member] On: July 26, 2011 )





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