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I painted my arms green
for you today,
to pretend I was your Lady,
and twirled in an arabesque
about the television set.
There was one long braid in my hair,
and four daisies.
But the swimsuit models were on,
again, and so I hope you will know
why that Gypsy in the window
caught me with his bright tender teeth,
and why my hands are now too tired
and happy
to write you anymore.
Copyright © 1999
Amy D. Hayes
All Rights Reserved
-previously published in Drowning |
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