Complimentary Breakfast

When a girl dies young and white
And with her body still hemmed,
She is not ready.

She has never taken off her body before.

She cannot unclasp her hands,
She cannot unlace her fingers
Her skin snags on the jut of her breath.....
And will not fall.

Finally, the hatchet blue takes her
And skims her like cream.

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When a girl dies old and hand-embroidered,
She understands.

She lets her body slip off herself 
Like a long silk dress
And it pools around her feet,
She steps out of it and walks forward.

The hatchet blue does not touch her.

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Your loneliness is always with you,
I know......
It is bone
Somewhere between your mouth and your kiss.