Pigs and pearls
And little girl dreams
And the nothing
More than what I’m not.
And you,
A
Sharp-mouthed
Word
Birthed by an
Empty
Belly.
Your flint tongue
Set the
Grass on fire,
But can you
Eat the
Ashes?
Pigs and pearls
And little girl dreams
And the nothing
More than what I’m not.
And you,
A
Sharp-mouthed
Word
Birthed by an
Empty
Belly.
Your flint tongue
Set the
Grass on fire,
But can you
Eat the
Ashes?
Ericka Clay 
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