Change Hungry.

My mother’s dress is loose on my shoulders
And tight in the ass.
I could just swim in
My father’s cheap leather Dockers.

Everything in the bluegreen light
Of a nouveau eighteen
Is pawing at the starting gates,
Of the insipid vernacular of
Higher education.

If you’re careful,
You could pick me out of a line of rebels
Of the
Ch-ch-ch-ch- cherry bomb variety.
But only if you’re careful.
I’m here waiting
As the birds on wires
And naked branches
Claw the real life from this city.


~ by Jade Elizabeth on March 5, 2012.

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