cutlery as clothes

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she wore nothing
but a spoon in her ear
and a fork around her leg…
stainless steel hanging
as an earring from the lobe,
dangling with a string
of brilliant pearls —
and the fork, twisted silver,
a garter to hug her precious
thigh, walking tall,
head held high,
down a runway
of pure imagination,
with loss of self-consciousness
being her one and only goal…
free to fall and free to fail,
and eyes fixed on a fiery horizon,
no line to mark her…