Danika Dinsmore
PaperChase
I thought I'd hunch you a supermarket dream.
A smile like slow cartoon recognition.
Hair decals mirror kisses caught in the scene.
You give like the music to irony, shackles of words
I buy the bad road so you will not have to invent stairs.
I once thought a pretty face invincible tis interruption
attached to dream, dig?
Learn to be familiar with my little scenes
with thump medicine for my signature soulache.
Visitors pitch a new direction - fly in to dust and vacuum my dreams
you touch me ten seconds deep the car signals time to take
the bar exam to see what I've got to hang my face on.
numbered & mummified like a
fortune card in a hard copy edition that says I am to expect
a character witness.
alibis
thrown
toward
my fall
break my fall
to shards
for your
paperchase-skinned escape a fire your love
I once again toss that vanity of painted face - a fair
sparring partner
to box in poem apologies.
You ask me to be in control to roll right over my
name making you a much wholer hinge
the spot called your swing
becomes our secret life our
indiscretion.
I am not going anywhere.
ddd
7/30/96
11:59 pm
Copyright © 1996 Danika Dinsmore
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