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Sunday, November 6, 2011


Road signs, romance
Novels, headlines from
Trashy magazines in the

Checkout line.  She just
Can’t help it. Her eyes
Devour the letters of their
Own accord, words

Swimming behind her
Eyelids like coy in a pond,
Fattening her brain with the
Banal and the brilliant.

1 comment:

  1. Loved this poem. Describes my mother and my daughter both perfectly!