POETRY

lumberjills

womankindness: passin’ forth a gooden-worth to ev’ry womanladygirl

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she hoped me…
and i clung to her stars.
the lackofdaisy-flower was all i was

from lackofdaisy-towns
where i every-other found
every-other women sawin’ ‘nother woman down —

servin’ loathe by the loaves,
choppin’ down at her base
when they saw a chip of weakness chippin’ off at her face.

but on the revelation-roads
where the eyes meet the signs,
any eye can see a many ample rose to mime:

how a petal…and a petal…
and a petal…form a huddle —
then the huddle bursts abloom away from threat of thorn so subtle;

yet the snarls from womanother — —
quicklier learned from the haul.
hissy-fittin’ pants make for heavier-carryin’ logs.

and none be so invulnerable.
conjecture injects with peeve.
‘tis much to understandin’ “shes” since the industry of Eve.

could be a bigger, safer piece
of a chunk of a world
passin’ forth a gooden-worth to ev’ry womanladygirl.

and i hoped her…
and she clung to my stars.
the lackofdaisy-flower was all she was.

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