We smile sweet. We
don’t eat. We
tell tales. We
get males. We
paint pain. We
judge Jane. We
go home. But we
alone. We
wear heels. We
don’t feel. We
crave eyes. We
disguise.
December 2011
of shoes and ships and sealing wax
We smile sweet. We
don’t eat. We
tell tales. We
get males. We
paint pain. We
judge Jane. We
go home. But we
alone. We
wear heels. We
don’t feel. We
crave eyes. We
disguise.
December 2011