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Posts, Seattle, WA. Image © 2013 Jennifer Wagner
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when your spindles turned
to char-
coal,
you wiped your eye-
lashes
and turned your hair crimson, cocoa,
blonde, black
melting in the freeze;
you, a candy in the dish,
purple and licked,
true confections on the tip
of your tongue
giving kisses
cold-
er than
they’ve draw you
in the lines
of your cheekbones
and jaw-
dropping curves
the ones
no
one keeps
past
yesterday
but still
you try to be, to do
everything they want
turning bucks
and, when honest, at your heart,
feel something
you’ve heard
is akin to love
Copyright © 2013 Jennifer Wagner