What to Do with Your Limbs
Hit and run and only Barbie's
right for special shoes now flattened,
intersection. Was it anger,
Boredom, then, or subtle vengeance,
windows? Bank on mercy. Listen:
leading first then followed, do you
worth concern? How blond our hair or
teachers, brides, hygienists, or our
riding horses, or the time we
tangled, lost neglected under
matter. Sometimes, plans are working
toss your pretty legs from windows.
by Amber Norwood
Amber Norwood received her M.A. in poetry from California State University, Northridge, where she is now a lecturer. When she is not reading papers, she writes poems and makes music in her Los Angeles home, where she lives with her husband and cat. Her work has appeared in Prick of the Spindle, Journal of Truth and Consequence and others; she has twice been nominated for a Pushcart Prize.
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