June Palmer.
Hola curves.
Hips
Boredom sets in.
Reams of Paper
Found this oldie sitting around in a post-college journal.
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I want to write poetry whose very stanzas
and verse
create a whole
that when read from paper
reminds me of the shape of a woman
so that when recited she’s always on the tip of the tongue.
And I want to be able to share her beauty with the world
But I am a selfish man
and I will cling to her reams of paper
as if they are her hips.
