On Hold

by Elaine Equi

Sucking on the pacifier of my iced tall latte.           

                                   

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White butterflies: flying lint.

 

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My tattoo reads: Whatever you think I’m doing, I’m not doing it.

 

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Sticky self lugged around.

Poison monopoly mouse and trap.

 

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Okay, let’s meet at Duane Reade, but this time use my name.

 

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After years and years, it’s finally dawned on us.

Art is not an object, but a way of looking at an object.

 

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That’s a real Chucky painting.

 

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Only 39, 38, 37 more steps to the Holy Grail of Ice Cream.

 

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dog days

kerosene breeze

 

cartoonish faces

heckled by light

 

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My hair doesn’t do stringy. Frizzy, yes; stringy, no.

 

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tamales! tamales!

orchids! orchids!

 

torchids      ormales

 

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Are you feeling super imposed on?

 

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Three heads are better than two.

 

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Autumn Mutability

Drip-dry Rain

Net of Dust

 

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We’ve had this lack of conversation before.

 

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Please be patient. Prayers are being answered in the order in which

they were received.

(from Peaches and Bats 3)