so our mothers would approve. Like in the days
we'd pout in mirrors, bleeding out from stolen lips.
It's been a while, stewing with these leaves -
same story playing in the yard. The orange
and the thickness. The carrier bags, and the clothes.
[tag word: TEA - from Claire Wallnutt @ILoveLit]
--100 Poem Challenge: writing 100 poems in a weekend to raise money for EEC International.