finished poem
Rainwater’s
first ambulance
never makes it
to the shy
legless
angel. Your mom
is still
pretty. She says
the mouth
starts
in the mouth
and that language
creates
a reinvented
scarcity. Anyway,
there’s this
southern
thing
that happens
when I talk. When I wear
a bra
and don’t.
kingsoftrain 
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