a poem a day for a year #43

by Amy Turn Sharp


this must be the place

where my body uncurls

unfolds

soft flesh

ribbon wonder

 

I sit at your feet

like a post modern wonder

a person

whole

I just want to keep looking at you

up at you

all over you

because you look nothing like the others

and you make me

scream

like a neon sign

like an arrow

pointing

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