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Amanda Laughtland Poem to Temporarily Alleviate Your Suffering from Arthritis Mr. Monte Carlo thought his hand signal would discourage us from the perfect parking spot just south of your apartment building, but no, we won’t take any more shit from men in long cars, from the whole cranky world of people who only bump into each other by accident. They aren’t like you, throwing your arm over my shoulders to show me a window strewn with lingerie and feathers, some display for the neighborhood’s drag queens who understand that to live means to move freely, like Rita Hayworth putting the blame on Mame, layers of fabric smoothing their bodies into the beautiful blur we’ve come to expect, tainted as we are by lines from other poems. <- Back to Issue 2/1 |
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