Poetry of the Deed

Me and all my friends are poets of the deed,
we’re exactly what this country needs.
We scratch until we’re drunk, we drink until we bleed.
We are what we believe.
Pentameter in attack, iambic pulse in the veins,
free verse powered of the street light mains,
an Iliad played out without a shadow of doubt
between the end of the club and the sun coming out.

I felt like a cute, modern librarian in this outfit. Rather pleased with how it came out.

My mother’s copy of the Wizard of Oz from when she was just a girl.

Shirt: thrifted. Skirt: Target. Shoes: thrifted.

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