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Poesy
The Red Series
by Suzanne Frischkorn
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i.

The Next Day


she meditates crimson thighs.
Please
she begs her uterus--
shake the comfort of its flesh.
I promise, I promise,
beats
her tongue like an insistent cock.

ii.

Peony


My husband hands his fever over
as if he slit open a woman
to reveal a yellow spray--
warm, firm, and infinite.
I whisper through wax red petals,
I am not your mother.

 
iii.

Sales Pitch at the Lipstick Counter


"Essential Pedestrian Red,"
she said sincerely. Language falls
through music, beat raw
this time, smears women over.

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