Purple Bow
A store with tags too much for me leafing through tags too much for me I go to the little things for me The accessories. my eye casts its anchor on the bow Holding down the bow for me Bringing it to the surface and placing it nearer for me she tells me its me Its for me the purple stripes paint my mind-walls the lavender color of my childhood room For me? Yes it is me. I am this bow. But the bow was only once for me though Only once for the past the little girl Who talked to stuffed animals in her purple room, danced in her purple room, smoked in her purple room and then fucked in her purple room. But Oh the Bow for me i shove that anchor in my dark pocket and snap off the hook i stroll out with its weight bearing on my stride and the anchor bows to me As the purple bow Is for me but not anymore mine.
Juliette Harrison 62
