Friday, August 12, 2011

Caucasian -- Poetry 2011

bathing was the problem;

well, no problem at all...

lost in dreams, she failed

regular hygiene in real life.

Did it really matter?

who cared if she fitted into the

obsessive world of several showers

a day or a soaking bubble bath.

no one saw her naked; she didn't even

look at herself either; her mirrors

were so gummed up they didn't reflect.

she didn't reflect; over seeped tea,

that was her color despite pure white

ethnicity - Caucasian, she didn't fit that word

nor fit clothes or fit anywhere but imagination...


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