Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Flattery

when the comment smoothed
like oil
on fingers through coiled
curly hair
i grimaced and turned
wanting to unlearn
wanting to memorize
what you felt
the pillow-like, mushed
the billowy, crushed
the gentle seam pulled tight, wrinkling
the line was wasted on a puppet
clinging to ill-formed flattery.

~

RNH