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The Pretty One
My ex has Earth’s prettiest breast
Areoles of copper coins
pinned cautiously to
Connelly colored skin
Her belly is sea washed beaches, dunes at dusk &
Navel a golden grotto
sought by Tibetan Monks
My ex has legs that inspired colonnade columns to the
temple of Auset
Knees profiles of
pyramids at Gaza
Her hips are winding roads of Alpine Autobahns
My ex has a vagina of coral hue silk & cashmere
Flesh & jewel of Fijian
pearl oysters
Lips of small tropical
butterflies
Guard her palace gates
Her ankles are pommels of samurai’s katana
My ex has feet of saltwater taffy & cotton candy
Her hair is night, moon peeking through rippling
Veils of stratus clouds
My ex has eyes of tumbled & polished onyx spheres
Set in glacial snow
Her mouth is ripe dripping melon, blood oranges
Opium dreams & hot
summer rains
So, she looks good
So, this is written in the style of a negritude love
poem
So,
Should Mama call & say
“Papillion, bring home Rome & a bag of coffee
for my birthday
Tomorrow John Paul will wake to my Beretta
Caressing his chin
& this voice
Hi, my name is Unimportant (like Albert Ayler)
My momma said, “Bring home Rome”.
Now, we can play nice & party in the “D” or
We can play messy & I’ll carry you in a zip lock
No disrespect, but you’re coming home with me
Will you take this phone from my hand & say to my momma
“Hello, Momma, I’m sorry but your son can’t go get Rome
tonight.
I sent him out for a dragon’s head & the moon on a
string.
I’ll be sure he picks up your coffee though
Good night
& When you wake will you find a dragon’s head or a
note
“Gone to Rome, when I get home have dinner ready
Love U.
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