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[her_pocketbook]

When Things Were Sweet and Good

I know what the foreign hair ribbon

curled like a pink satin cobra

under our bathroom sink

means.

Remember when I told you I was seven,

And how I told you how I grew up a swamp baby.

How Jess and I would play Indians in the stinking mud

And the honeysuckle vines that weren’t honeysuckle,

instead red trumpets of poison

Comments

[lovebettie]

beautiful- i esp. love the 1st stanza. xo

[plathsrevenge]

um. um. um. this made me hold my breath up until the very end,
and then i let out a great big whoosh of air.
wow. wow.

[alligator_shoes]

pretty like a movie

[skinarchitect]

lovely. ♥