Sasha Ioffine Poems

'To women and effeminate men,
To Mary, Jessie, Hannah, Jen
To girls just born - and dying gals
To women who call us, men, 'pals'
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A girl with peachy-white complexion
With sense of style and direction
A youthful face, two clever eyes
Be not too simple - not too wise
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To be and/or not to be.
That is the question
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To twist around is a crime
It will distract the follicles
From being so sublime
The scissors dance around my curls
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The cotton fields are in the sky
Inverted in the oxygen
They hang on silver stems up high
Above all women and all men
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I try to find the tricky balance
Between two pictures on a card
One has a girl, kissing to no one
The other, birds flying away
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Behind a wall of moving windows,
I wave from the leaving train
Trying hard to reassure you,
Bring a smile to your pain
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You asked for smoke,
But kindled fire
And ashes rolled beneath your feet.
But if you lived without desire
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It sinks like foam beneath my feet
Before my very toes
The hills of dandruff cover peat
And claw through barren roads
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When my mom came
Inside my room
I was under a blanket
And water smooth on window panes
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