Morning Shorts

PAINT A POINT

I painted my fingernails black
so they could travel
as foreigners
through my homeland...
entourage
to my alien
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NEWSPAPER

I took it
from the trash
folded tight
like a virgin
pressed into her convictions

It's been four months
since she felt my hands
or I, her spread
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(They startle me...of a sudden, I will reach or grab, and as insects...they startle me. That's the only reason to paint yourself grunge. It's so damn interesting to watch.  And the newspaper? Had to give it up to my shrinking budget. No huge loss, seeing as the news was rarely favorable. But this morning, damn if it just didn't seem as a treasure and feel like a luxury!)
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