Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2009

STORAGE

by JENNIFER FARFORT

They took her legs, folded them, pushed under an empire chin.
A concertina with slatted pleats
of milk and grey.  The muted mouth - torn, hollowed

Cheekbones.  Sharp - still relevant, were recycled
used to slice bread.  The Piano fingers from her left
hand side, will now spread butter straight
from the fridge.

You were still, without choice 
stuffing pillows into a body, held together with the
gluey strings of cough, choke, phlegm

As the blurs came slowly down, eyes were freshly
plucked.  Held gently, blue turned into turquoise
coated opaque set in a silver flavour. 

Added: 07.04.2009

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