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A poem inspired by an interview with Gregory Gordon, the man who tried to kill Ronald Reagan.
By Maisie RappPublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
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Cutting between your teeth,
I am candy floss.
My sugars soak,
in the gaps of your gums.
The bulb of a tulip
hovers over the ground.
Grass lilts in the breeze,
twists its spine, and sighs.
A hand made up of all valleys,
no peaks.
Canyons formed in the skin,
stretched across his knuckles.
Beetlejuice couture, found
in the silk of a bathrobe.
The spiny feathers fall
from nape to toe.
And a net flouncing
around a basketball,
as it sinks
through its center.
Who am I?
I am Wonderful.
About the Creator
Maisie Rapp
NYC/Baltimore based poetry and nonfiction writer.
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