| Sharon Shahan |
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| Nothing Less Than Ordinary My mouth is the calyx of an ordinary rose, five toothed sepal supported by jawbone, my slender throat a viridian stem. My elliptic breasts are darker lobes of green, viscous by design, sprouted from axis. I am scarlet hips crushed up against corolla pale, soft blushes of pink, the color of my skin when closed. It is moist where earth meets delicate wrists, tiny annulets of soil crown my fingers, I am jeweled to grow wild the receptacle of unearthly things, a part of evolution, secretly insane. |
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