Friday, October 22, 2004Dirty-Mouthed GirlShe struts, pea-cocked feather boa and happiness her shoes, Manolo dreams her hem, a Cuban sunset She straddles, she rides the bar stool, a wooden rocking horse, neighing under the weight of eden She taps, long fingernails on the margarita glass, sad with salt promises, and red cherry for plucking,... Sign in to see full entry.posted by MiaElla at 7:38 AM Comments (10) (permalink) |
