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RISE ABOVE LM
"Reality is something you rise above."
-Liza Minelli
RISE ABOVE
Judy, darling, teach me to pray -
your arms wrapped around my teeth,
so white, pristine. . .
I’ll take my bows,
my arms maneuvered by strings,
my waist meticulously child-size, bends.
My mother was ten feet tall...
My mother ain’t nothing at all...
except her majestic voice,
her time on a barber-chair stage.
Liza, darling, teach me to pray -
my dreams of playing all day.
Popping pills is our skill -
it kills the time,
helps me rewind.
Oh sweet child of mine,
lay your head on my lap -
face the audience.
now, sing...
Liza marries the chair,
snaps her garter on,
personality charms her velvet hat,
spreads wide her sexy black boots
and belts out a tune
as she floats, far away from reality…
2/24/2020
She Inspires Series - LM Poetry Contest
Sponsor is Maureen McGreavy
Copyright ©
Kim Rodrigues
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