I AM A NATURAL WONDER

When spring comes, I’ll put
the apartments in which I appear solid
with the new leaf patterns
and for once bare my teeth.
I do what most girls do, give you the softness
of crying, blind attraction, blonde daughters,
habitable burlesque, extraordinary varieties.
Therefore I fear nothing, burnt
into all points of contact. The friction
between thoughts, our own two bodies,
will be taxi drivers, emulating the parade.

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James Tadd Adcox co-edits Artifice Magazine and blogs at Authenticity Is No Longer an Option.