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her birth was not attended
by either faeries or scholars
rather the mad music of things
sewn and slipped into
a blue blanket worn down
to a teddy bear thinness

she has her mother’s hair
straight as an accountant
in a nine to five cut
but her arms are at
10 and 2
pinwheeling the world
in her words and fissures
the last gift from her
spanish father
who is to die pill-filled
in a prison in montana
but snuck out a box for her
his newspapers
his hospital slippers
his abrupt mercury
that will reflect on her
glass body

the one shattered by
water and the cold of
the moon

but god will remember
her circumstances
and will turn gentle
as her blanket
and will wear her
like a clover
to his favorite
blackjack table





Author notes

...God, muddy...give a girl a real head's up next time, will ya? lol I just woke up!

Five minutes is just not enough time to do her justice.

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  • Ariosto II. gold member
    July 14, 2008
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    great poem!
    Congratulation on the gold


    • onerios13
      July 14, 2008
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      Thank you Mr. A...as always you are far too kind to my poor posey.

  • Rowan gold member
    July 11, 2008
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    Your light shines as always hon.
    Congratulations!!!!


  • toomysterious
    July 11, 2008
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    Justice enough it seems. Real gold here. I loved it all.


  • aeolia
    July 11, 2008

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    five minutes? seriously?! nonexistent god, that's talent.

    "but god will remember
    her circumstances
    and will turn gentle
    as her blanket
    and will wear her
    like a clover
    to his favorite
    blackjack table"
    the only thing i found less-than-stellar about this was the repetition of "her" in this stanza; you use it in lines 2,4, and 5; perhaps the first could be cut? but it's just a personal preference; you're more than free to ignore me

    you're such a pleasure to read.

    -cristina

    • onerios13
      July 11, 2008
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      LOL. Yeah, that's what happens when I only gots five minutes to write, edit and enter a contest when I'm half-asleep...lol

      Will edit...when I'm more awake.

      Thanks!


  • sailor ptolema
    July 10, 2008

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    wow... I LOVED this! It was simply fantastic! Congratulations on gold!
    This was such a pleasure to read!!

    S.P.~


  • MuddyKing
    July 10, 2008

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    well hell
    I'd hate to see what you could do in ten minutes..lmao...love the worn blanket and how you tied a neat lil' bow with this one in the end...so much living in this one
    and then again so lil'

    • onerios13
      July 10, 2008
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      Yous a cruel man, masser Muddy... I don't know if I was able to convey the fact that she just wasn't born with enough luck. But then again, I guess I should count myself lucky that I was able to know and love her...

      Thanks for reminding me of that.


  • Cannonsfire
    July 10, 2008
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    lol I think you made it shine in 5 minutes! Loved it. Love, C

    • onerios13
      July 10, 2008
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      Thank you...I was like, HUH? when I saw muddy's contest over crusted lids when I woke up, er, fifteen minutes ago. lol I'm so glad you enjoyed...now I need to go back to bed. LOL


  • vaseline
    July 10, 2008
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    still as fucking brilliant

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