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My Heart is an Ape, Trapped in the Burning Primate House
.................................When I was a fifteen, the silverback
dragged a barrel over to the plexiglass,
put an immense hand up to the window,
I crashed and burned in the front row,
my small hand shadowed and outlined by black leather.
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Aging Aphrodite
.................................Beneath the random lights of the Golden Nugget
she takes her time,
all heavy lined tiger eyes and moon rippled thighs
handing me a white zinfandel.
It tastes cheap, but how can I complain
and what would I say,
I drop my nickels onto her dinged tray.
In her best Marilyn Monroe whisper, she says
"good luck, sweetie," and bestows a gratuitous wink.
I am easy prey to her girlish ploy
snatching the waitress's blessing from the air
and trying to ignore
that my pocket change made her shimmer..................................
Corina Cook
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Copyright © Corina Cook
February 2001
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...a letter to Agnieszka in this room by Ariana-Sophia M. Kartsonis...
i've not words
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