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She wore little teeth of pearls around her neck.
They were grinning politely and evenly at me.
Unsuitable they smirked.
It is true
I look a stuffed turkey in a suit.
too big for the silhouette.
at once that we had sex, lots of it
as if I had strolled into her diningroom
in a dirty negligee smelling gamy
smelling fishy and sporting a strawberry
on my neck.
I could never charm
the mothers, although the fathers ogled
I was exactly what mothers had warned
their sons against.
I was quicksand
I was trouble in the afternoon.
the alley cat you don't bring home.
I was the dirty book you don't leave out
for your mother to see.
I was the center-
fold you masturbate with then discard.
Where I came from, the nights I had wandered
and survived, scared them, and where
I would go they never imagined.
Ah, what you wanted for your sons
were little ladies hatched from the eggs
of pearls like pink and silver lizards
cool, well behaved and impervious
to desire and weather alike.
that's who they married and left.
Oh, mamas, I would have been your friend.
I would have cooked for you and held you.
I might have rattled the windows
of your sorry marriages, but I would
have loved you better than you know
how to love yourselves, bitter sisters.
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