candy cuticles and splotched skin--
my right hand is stained with blueberry juice
a violet leprosy,
connect the dot constellations
drawn into one hand
-ily placed map of the galaxy
blue like boy blue's blue blue horn
if I dragged this berry
down and up my arms
would I look like a zebra?
I could parade out into the streets
like a flame thrower buxom bearded lady
fifteen cents to see the striped American
twenty two cents to lick it off
a circus sight to see, and full of antioxidants
Then I could light my hair on fire
and dance an offering to the goddess of fruit--
to nectar, to color
to sex and poison,
all sweet.
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