Ribbon Girl

by Julie Bihn


My heart is made of
Childlike pictures arranged around
A simple vase of
Ugly flowers

My soul feels
Awkward like when a
Room suddenly goes silent
For no reason

My mind is simply
A flock of
Butterflies hovering in
Orange formation

My spirit is cold--
An old man's final complaints trying
Desperately to float
Up to heaven

I am
The hair spray and jewelry and
Sandals and tight jeans in a
Lazy heap on the ground.


Copyright Julie Bihn 1998

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