Sunday, July 16, 2006

Any Girl

she wears
the wild
discreetly

branded
on the inside;
no one knows
(so no one knows)

her shortest
walk is to
the edge

curiosity
ragged
like need

invisible,
persistent

the ink
still bleeds

Heather Reed 2006
on

1 comment:

  1. lemon jello5:57 PM

    i love this poem...i'd also love to have it on my page. :)

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