you ever hear something
and you’re just. pinned
back in an amusement park
ride, unable to move your head…
Author: A. Violet
in this kelly green dress,
I am floating over Irish fields and hills,
the white stripe above the hem
is a cloud nipping at the backs of my knees…
Magritte speaks to me,
even when I can’t make out the words…
forget sleep, we are
the unending…
soft fur
brushes against
stubble of my legs
I forgot what I was gonna say.
Oh right.
You remember how
on roller coasters…
Clothes make the man,
says someone.
Do clothes make the woman?
I dressed up today…
the cars passing
on the street
can’t see my tears…
Are you aware of the phenomenon
whereby one watches
television shows and craves
the food the characters are eating…
My face is blurry
from the inside out
I don’t know…
