Our Lady of the Northstar Compass

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Crimson cage for my fears,
intimately held by
threadbare lace.

Itsy bitsy flowers
climbing up and down
my scars, veins, and flesh.
Mona and Lisa in jail,
the matadoras that freed
your blasphemies.

And the ancient skill
bathes them in fake springs.
A soft art that puts them
back into the spotlight,
so they can play to be thieves
of your eyes’ nuzzles.