Boudoir

Boudoir short poem

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Her dark skin and youth
took the ironic decripitude
out of the bargain store pictures
tacked all across the wall

fabric hung like proud vulvas
declining to hide anything declining
to invite – they were just soft walls
rippling in an afternoon breeze

she served everything using red glass
cups plates knife handles
her bathroom smelled like a garden
you’d swear no one every pissed there

ancient astronomers would honor her
trying to decipher meaning
from the constellations of her piercings
those shown and those displayed

the kind of woman not far from girl
who could own everything if she saw it
but watches the rings on her toes
the tender shoots rising from her footprints

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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