she said

29 Dec


she said


she said,

“whadyre you,

some tiger made of yarn?”

she had

a boyish cut and big green eyes

“are you unraveling?”

a mimicry of heaven

between two lips

produces shortened verses

but rarely silence

like cutting your finger

right to the bone,

an eskimo with a tennis racquet


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Jack Tsoy Tumult

Morose Pontifications and Other Poetic Ramblings

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