by Brian McCloskey
The impulse that sparks the heart. I even worried that I would lose all of the rhinestones during the evening. Today is Thursday, so I'll die. The whole reason I wear tights is to COVER my legs. Currently, I'm somewhere between icicle and popsicle. But the loved have a history of shifting. Actually they're the same story, only told in different languages. These tights are simply perfect. Good tights are what all of you cold people need right now. Rub candles with an old pair of pantyhose. In Paraguay, a woman shops. Pale kernels swallowed in faith to nourish the migration. I don't know about you, but even in the winter, I wear lots of dresses. These are the narrow moments. A picture of glitter and shadow a kinetic kaleidoscope its eyes. The last sun did not say to him: I am the last sun. And the belly actually feels comfortable over the belly. I love seeing the difference between these two dresses. How had she gotten to the train in the first place? I always, always wear black. The tights were on the move again. This electricity of your obituary. I couldn't keep my shoulders away from my ears, apparently. The moon snags the train of its wedding dress in the blackberry brambles. This poem is about a spoon. We saw the dark circles; we were the dark circles. What's burnt is always burning. It is SO important to just be yourself and not care about what other people think. Receiving new stockings via the mail system is surely one of my great pleasures. Tights, also known as nylons, are exactly that; made of nylon. Apparently I was yearning for the Great City of Romance when I bought these flirty tights.