Corina Copp

Poor Waif 1

You know women
Owe women, in my
Family fair, where
We are not, are they
Are we not slept,
Never, the future is in
Machines constantly
Slamming, I am papa
To no man, health
Dept so wary having
So fisted a pallid lap,
Loose you hang or
Head back when
Your mutter is too red
And clear, possess
A soul that happens
Which is to wonder
How the lake in
The heavy lids of
Itself looks for guidance
Among some filthy
Counseling rocks
I owe my mom rocks
To hold the muumuu
Down shimmery
Ice-pops wait in
Terror of terror
Swing to you, listen
<<This is my furni-
iture. I bought it.
It’s mine.>>

Note: Previous versions of the "Poor Waif" series have appeared in Well Greased Vol. II, Krispy Kremes.