NUDE DESCENDING A STAIRCASE
She came down
with a crooked smile
her pheromones
leaping out.
Lovely, yes,
spectacular
in her colors.
Behind the bright faÁade
the glue of her composure
was unstuck
oozing out of every pore.
The picture s h a tt e red.
She came down
a nude
descending the staircase
fragmented
and
torn
Trailing
pieces
of
herself
along
the escalator.
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Is this poem about me?
Yes, it is. Remember Atlanta? We went to the edge, but didn't jump.
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