Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Flowering

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It was my older Sister
who inspired me
To say, fuck it
I’ll not wear a bra
Today. My mother never
Could have, for I
Was afraid
Of the way hers sway

My Great Aunts
Let their mouths stretch
As they laugh
About how lewdness is their
Art. Shaking their heads
Like cudded cows
With nothing better to do
Than fart.

But my Grandma
With her wiggle on the dance floor
A kid from
A street called
Rough. She was
The one who
Stirred me up
To really strut my stuff.



1 comment:

melanie chaffey said...

A wild Rose . . . . Lovely . . . . _/\_