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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4506 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Sweet Treezaa (T. E. Ballard) Rose, rose red, pink sweet rose-- my secret body where no maps exist. Longitude, latitude are measured by fingers, distance of breath. Rose is a woman, shape of my breast. I am no longer here nor there, somewhere between rose red, black spiders on a stem. Somewhere between pink sweet rose on a petal’s green to this place where you live, call my name furrow the ground with your hand till I remember my secret body, the sweet smell of red. |
