Monday, May 23, 2016

American Sonnet for Wanda C. Comments

Rating: 4.0

Who I know knows why all those lush-boned worn-out girls are
Whooping at where the moon should be, an eyelid clamped
On its lightness. Nobody sees her without the hoops firing in her
Ears because nobody sees. Tattooed across her chest she claims
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Terrance Hayes
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Benjamin chiu uy 20 October 2018

A very impressive poem and marvels, Most englightening and masterly penned, Among the best protrayed,

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