Bangs
BANGS
dyed-up bangs over my face like prison bars
fine, without fizz
i need a facelift
tiger’s eyes, striated, squinches
the familiar room seems faceless
dim
the din of one trapped
guilty of nothingness
a pin drops
no one hears in the dark grass
9/5/2018
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2018
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