Project for a Fainting
by Brenda Shaughnessy
Oh, yes, the rain is sorry. Unfemale, of course, the rain is
with her painted face still plain and with such pixel you'd never see
it in the pure freckling, the lacquer of her. The world
is lighter with her recklessness, a handkerchief so wet it is clear.
To you. My withered place, this frumpy home (nearer
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But my favorites are really an epic poem I wrote in high school about Phosphorus (15 stanzas and they all rhymed - boo ya!) and this one:
Roses are red
violets are blue
I'm a schizophrenic
and so am I.
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