the burlesque parades our heeled
hooves onto a cement floor sticky with
feathers and glitter
we show our red
lips and snake-oil skin
at the meat market
tonight's special:
breasts, thighs, hearts, livers, wings
Sunday, June 21, 2009
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The last line was my starting point; it's from Suzanne Vega's prose piece "blue sky and blood on tenth avenue."
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