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Pretty Women I charmedPretty Women I by ~Suzie-Cyanide
by your hair,
how it covered
cleanly half
of a face
I wrote you
a life story
communicator I feel dumbcommunicator by ~Suzie-Cyanide
with words these days
slurred like a drunkard
or a mouth half-limp
from the silence stroke
these hands of mine
are similarly stricken
they speak in signs
only skin can read
and they are so shy
such a handicap as this
doesn't get a parking pass
cannot find group therapy
won't share it's traumatic catalyst
because it can't
it can't do anything
but stare
as a coma patient
in the soap opera
as the heroin addict
in a glaze
as useless as they are
doomed as they will be
closed
So Old the hair that bleachedSo Old by ~Suzie-Cyanide
to hold the wisdom
dry from long-lost vanity
the eyes that fold
keeping sweet smiles
safe in muscle memory
palms, palms
stripped to thin bones
shaking from the world
they've seen
The Menthol Excuse it's a winter for smokingThe Menthol Excuse by ~Suzie-Cyanide
indeed. we're dying
to warm the cold, Washington lungs
and we will die
from the camaraderie
just as we lived
with heads rushed
our cheeks blushed
by the wind that divorced
the Cascade snow
to find fickle solace
in "the little things"
and the ways they kill
Sta.sh
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