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Redoute's Sweet Peas

I'm counting my breaths in: 4 Mississippi
And out: 4 Mississippi
I'm staring at a black and white wall of toucan-bananas
Antlers and data and Grecian whole-back pieces for 6'4" women.
I'm rationalizing forever ink on my probably-forever arm
With phrases like "Who cares?" 
Or "How does that affect my character?"
"Should I treat you differently? Should you treat me differently?"

I wonder if there's a higher being somewhere judging me.
Would I want to believe in a God who denies
Or damns me
(Pathetic me.)
For a tattoo?
For Redoute's sweet peas.
For which the pain is as rich as ganache.

And who am I to suggest
My wonder
My belief or lack thereof
Is even remotely tied to
Truth?

Elize Nazelie

Elize Nazelie

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