The Girl with the Garden Under Her Tongue
A Poem
Keep the purple lilies under your tongue, girl. The pirates are waiting with their cutlasses and forceps. The pastel red on his lapel grew out of your left ear. You think you have it rough? Your brother's beard is nothing but weeds and dandelion fluff. Mother's been begging him to shave it for the past six months. Father even polished a pair of garden shears and placed them on the bathroom counter. You both know that it won't come off as easy as sheep's wool. Every time the weed whacker is fired up, he hides in the closet as if he's being abused.
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Scott Weatherby
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