Upper Middle Lass

she was

agri’cultured

–all about enemy

turf,

and bad geography,

she was

spit-polished

–extending pinkie

after Bronx raspberry,

and any seeded shell,

she seemed

refined

–like high fructose

corn syrup,

and motor oil–

viscous,

but

necessary.

About Charron's Chatter

I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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