Tagged: fashion

mama always shares

mama always shares
her brooches – gold, silver, cultured
pearls, multi-stoned – we

dare to look ageless, protected
from time by our talismans
.
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in one way

in one way
or another,
we are all tethered
to greedland,
eating it up
in the same
fashion, trying
to set ourselves
apart by how
cleanly we wipe
our chins
after the feast
.
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after long exposures,

after long exposures,
the body naturally
establishes shortcuts,
fashions new
corridors to ease
the journey,
all the while, keeping
the same distance
.
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you are wearing the

you are wearing the
center of the universe,
happy to break it
in. i am trying
it on for size,
grinning as
if it didn’t hurt
.
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so i am currently in

so i am currently in
your book for saying
things that i can
never take back.
you know as well
as i, love falls
into the most
fashionable
patterns, and
only sometimes
does worn
resemble
comfort,
we should be
so lucky. for
now, let’s tighten
the rhinestone
belt a notch
and forget this
unexpected heaviness
.
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after all these

after all these
sunday brunches,
there is still
an unexpected
glamour
in the way you
unravel
.
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prix fixe love is an

prix fixe love is an
old establishment –
it could get
adventurous, in
the same fashion
as blindfolds
.
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regret sits in the

regret sits in the
driveway, hangs from
the doorknob, catches
some sun on the
wardrobe, listens in
when someone uses
the word garbage.
on the other hand,
regret sits in the
car lot, hangs in
the department store,
catches some sun
off the neck of
a mannequin in
the window, fully
marked up, sale over
.
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sitting next to

sitting next to
Tanguy, across
from Daniel, those
French stripes,
la marinière,
so casually
manifest
themselves –
au poil, à toutes
les sauces, mon
petit chou
.
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on average, the human

on average, the human
heart discards point
two megabytes of broken
data per second, leaving
a distinct taste of loss
in the air for sixteen
seconds just right after –
and should a lucky poet
be passing by, packing
a pair of powder-
free latex gloves and
the finest tweezers, he
or she may gingerly
pinch the fallen
fragments, take them
home to rinse and
hang-dry for a week,
before refashioning
them into something
useful to a beating
heart again
.
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