GRANDAM’S DREAM

I lived

in a star

with our washer-

girl

 

 

a rampant star

men wrestlin’

in

to kiss – me

 

 

She? screamed Rita. What?

Cuz my bum’s un-

wrinkled

fingers slick?

Cuz my face ain’t

Braille

but pale silk pillow? Oh

you gents – iden-

tical!

 

 

We grapped an hour

 

 

There were four starshowers

 

 

Yes, the gin

 

 

(Or did it happen?)

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