Mag 295

magpie_rubens_peale

painting by Rubens Peale

The red roses cluck

From their hideaway on the mantel

A dozen chiding tongues

Eyeless but persistent.

Three slices of chiffon cake,

Feather-soft crumbs crushed in

A magpies’ sticky-fingered beak.

She stirs, a room over,

Admiring her roundness

In the hallway mirror.

Corset incorrigibly close,

Her ponderous breasts

Leap up, two albinos

Gripped in velvet.

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