Let's see if this one gets through. Comments appreciated [well, the nice
ones anyway], however brief:
Almost Closing Time
an alligator handbag writes my biography
for sale
a string of emotion knots my fingers
I hide in the terrarium
ivy ruffles and woodchips
pressed against the glass
you come with the perigee moon
on your shoes
call me your mannequin
of humidified vapour
a silk and rayon blend
you reach down to me, the goldfish
grown to fit your bowl
if you tame me
you will see crocodile teeth
and cracking leather
no, we will wait for stars' closing
sweep the janitor into our file cabinet
hand out gift certificates
in red envelopes with preprinted fames
everyone will leave this place in love
only if you have a mouth that comforts mine
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Judy Prince
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