VANISH TILL
For
Polly
some people in our lives ask
too many questions
nix the lip with bow and arrow your
pen necklace in tow ’cause
you are writing this all down I
read a poem that said
Dear Polly: I said No—no frost
in Virginia the strawberries were safe
then wondered if you came from Virginia
I've never been there unless
DC is a part of Virginia
but it appears to be separate like
an island
rid
with fails and
girls with pink nails
plankton across the sky if you did
a somersault tonight
we might know eachother better are
you cohabitating with anyone
are you younger than me glint
of gold in the teeth I
look up
there is a shy master forgetting what to do with
the sky
eagles
I say put an eagle there
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