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Funny how a thing like

Being naked

Isn’t really in the nude

Unless you are there to see me.

Believed nonetheless.

Did you see that spotlight on my dress?

It wasn’t on me.

It was to flatter red gems that never

Get the attention they need.

Naked, wasn’t I?

What is this you say of a red sequined dress?

Your stories are colliding

And pretty soon

You’ll know the truth of it all.

Or so one can hope.

I didn’t do what I meant.

My mouth, pried open

With a stick

Wave food over my head

Tease me because you hate me.

Hate me because you’ve misunderstood me.

The audience can scorn at what they think I’ve become.

Still a girl with strawberry lips.

The dark chocolate hair.

Five leafed clover

Is more unlucky

Than two.

Hand out only two leafed clovers

To my few fans.

I can only

Love the people

Who braid my hair

Lay me across their lap

Tell me the stories of faith

Your dampened shoulder with my

Tears and drool.

Prattling my own verses

That are a little unclear

I'm sorry that I cant write you

An understandable soliloquy.

I told you I can leave you feeling

Different than an

Empty stereotype.

I have reminded you.

Haven’t I?

”Some two cant be saved.”

Shouts a dramatic queen

With a diamond petticoat

It’s the sum of

One imaginary number and

A real one  

Now you hear a false echo bounce

Off the sets made for a pretend world

Trying to be as authentic as

The paintings of Gods on the walls.

Not an echo for this is far too cliché

To use in a verse

Cliché

A word overly used in my poetry

To leave a line of my teeth

On your program booklet.

Declining lights, red velvet curtain unfurled

I know you feel the lines of imperfection

From my mouth.

I know you finger them on the paper

When you feel out of place in this cold auditorium.

They are only my teeth

I will tell you.

Though you may keep this indentation for a good luck charm

Don’t believe this characters voice

A horrible actress to play my part

On encore I will return to please

The ones I’ve hurt the most.

The ones I’ve let down.

Stage fright.

Narrowing throat.

Clogged with words I don’t even

Know the meaning to.

Opening my mouth

Awed

Diddly to say.

See the glimmer of my back teeth

These cavities fillings are gold and deep.

I don’t eat the food that creates them.

Can’t let a body take a body

Disappointed with everybody.

Collect the fallen rose petals

After this show.

Once the applauds have

Ran their way out of

Every nook and cranny.

Take these last petals that never clung to the flower.

Make them desirable.

A gift made individually

Thought out before attempted.

Left for no one but an empty stage.

Pick it up and make love

To the voice of yourself.

Lightly caress your bottom lip.

With the rose or the thorn?

You may ask.

See the pigment of my lips.

This color only comes from

Liquid blood.

Do not follow in hatred.

Caress your lip with

This soft bed for only the smallest delicates.