Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Day 1 - Mama It's Me

Mama It's Me

A crimson aversion to the past
Gave me a decorative perspective
To my appearance

Gone are the days
When I was an acrylic girl
The people saw past

Even to my mother
I was transparent
Lost among three brothers

Mama knew everything
The boys were about
The football, track—

The red lipped
Lacquered face girls
They brought home

Nothing so much as a whimper
Of my hearts desire
Got through the door to her

But now I'm red red wine
A year reserved for special occasion
And she'll never see it

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