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{unlaced and untied} puma perl on the morning of my 13th birthday i knew that they had lied i would never be one of those girls laughing confidently with straight teeth shiny words perky feet i would not transform into grace forever i would seek dark corners my hair frizzing in the rain make-up running shoelaces untied never would I know how to keep everything laced there was no dress code in shooting galleries toothless young mothers sat next to stockbrokers on lunch as they wrapped neckties tightly around upper arms it didn't matter what you wore i still stand outside in the rain dreaming of Coltrane people descend from distant planets a knowing glance reminds me of the lies i did not grow out of it i remain unlaced and untied |
