unafraid



tapping tongues dance
dancing like waterfalls in suburban malls
she are green and cream and pink like mom's sink
under that thick slick stink
dancing like trees she run in a pack
miss mrs ms bitch
which fuckification sticks
dancing in formation she are seen
dreams in tight hip seams
like tangled stars hanging from
the broken spoken bars
inspiration like perspiration
drips slipping between toes
that dance dancing green
into the hard fast free



--Gretchen Keer