Her Zebra Painted Legs.
As when Pinochet seized control of La moneda in santiago neon sunrise.
I see you as a Pinata
exploding at the temples and the beaches, Like a blown safe.
From you I see:
wax lips,
plastic diamond rings,
Crackerjack prizes.
stained popsicle sticks,
lolipop flutes,
Shadows like nylon tights nailed to my feet.
wooden hands,
screams,
firecrackers,
crayons,
sugar cubes,
falcon feathers,
tiny umbrellas,
and all your marbles spilling... spilling...spilling... beneath my painted zebra legs
I hate seeing your head breaking.
poem by Jerome Moore
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