Monday, June 20, 2011

Every Summary and Prefatory Color


Every time she read
it bred
a chemical reaction in her head.

Pigments through her follicles and pores would spread
up from her neck to her split ends and then retread
to cascade down again, thus having bled

into a spectacle that wed
her surface to each literary nuanced shred
of her reaction to a page: so to shed

her inhibitions and her dread
of being seen as who she really was: it pled
her situation like an open book until she went to bed

when every summary and prefatory color fled.


 
 
 
 
 
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