Pretty

Pretty comes undone when her smile evaporates

She has a way of melting under warm tongues

When she dances rivers overflow

When she opens her mouth butterflies emerge

 

Bees stalk the flowers

Pretty sleeps on clouds and doesn’t wake before Noon

She runs into the woods to pray to God

hoping the C word doesn’t hit her Mama

like it did her Daddy where the sun doesn’t shine

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