Ms.


My Youth

A jade and silver clutch
Handcuffs and a pair
of Jordache jeans circa 1984
Loosely leafing through
this catalog
Running out of
anything more
that can be called
home
Bandanas
around a skinny thigh
and moccasins
Later it was Dr. Martin’s
And a guy named jake
from the Upstage
The bed had all the trimmings
Including that lockbox underneath
Nevermind what
we call love
Just leave the key by the door
and move along

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