Untitled Poem (Rough Draft)

I used to dream of silk and lilys 
weaved in my hair like a Native Goddess
and tulips for lips would then define me
pretty enough
to even think of love.
So with plastic roses
and cotton rags I walked the soil
pretending to be who
I wasn’t.
Grime under toes with a shadow
 of make up
you plucked me from fire
and kissed my weed lips.
In your vase I still stay
reaching on forever each day.  –

 

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Taken yesterday at lunch

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