slights of the hand

purple snakes swelled from her head
spiders danced on their faces
tender skin lay on the ground
bottles of gin spreading their legs
paintings of the brute laughed at each other
voices of the dumb led the singing
songs of the sky and the angels
of climbing high
and falling down and running
sheltered from the rain by their make up
cleaned from stains by the pretend


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