Tuesday, June 11, 2013


The bright one with piercing eyes. One leg is off under the knee.
A woman she’s never met canvasses New Orleans:
(I want to hear her say) D’ya have a little something for a friend of mine
condemned to reentry prosthetically . . .
(I never hear talk like that in America now, much less
New Orleans.) Bright? She’d knock you off your keister saying what
she thinks just being around you, you’d be in love with her
and all you have to do is pause to hear what she thinks of you.

11 June 2013 

copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander

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