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I TAUGHT THE BOYS TO DANCE
by Viola Weinberg First, the painful box step, tracing the square as if I were a plaza where all the boys came to use their left, heavy, size 11 clodhoppers the lace-up Floorsheim boats that crush a girl's thin leather I didn't care, the boys didn't care All an elaborate ruse to get next to a girl An excuse to touch and steal a kiss and still, I didn't care much, just knowing that I could drive a boy mad was enough Just knowing I could drop his hand And walk away, easy as a grease slide his sorry passions running after me But then, I fell hard for a nice guy from Texas a redhead and polite, who knew how to twirl me do the UFO turn, a double, over-the-world move— He had a way of snapping me like gum People used to back away from us to gasp My laugh was a gash of cherry red happiness My heart was beating like a hammer on a horseshoe |
MASKED I by Ruben Briseno Reveles |
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EMILY AS A SPY
by Darren C. Demaree I don't know why she had me buy her a London Fog trench coat & a tube of muted red lipstick & I never saw her wear either of those things. I asked her once about it & I woke up twelve hours later, with no questions left. |
MASKED II by Ruben Briseno Reveles |
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POET DIVA CHICK
by Erren Geraud Kelly who has coffeehouse or whole foods market running through her veins scan her dna and you'll se thrift shop swimming in it hear her open her mouth and you'll hear alternative music or hip hop living in it she gives kids on the streets m&ms or now and laters she sees you gives you a kiss now and promises another one, later maya angelou, amber tamblyn and jill scott are some of her sisters dauxrianne laux, wanda coleman nikki giovanni and nicole blackman you cant resist her she can give her love freely like edna millay, floating like a feather or like sylvia plath, a thunderstorm no matter the weather her body may be a temple or she may look like a buddah she's not out to impress as she's blowing bubbles but she'll school ya words ride the hem of her dress her love is a hymn she gives to him when she opens her mouth like a bell, she's always heard she chews licorice like a communion wafer a high priestess of words |
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