By | 1 September 2023

To be baptized Tiffany,
Kimberly, a child dreaming
in the language of white suburbia, praying at Clarissa’s wide bay windows, fading into another life, stitching
my body into the body of Home- coming Queen, rising, stretching
my white body, in my white underwear, sprawled on white sheets, the white light of the sun shining
through white linen drapes, beyond which white clouds
are punctured by a white god
stretching his white arm from
out a white sky, while a white
limousine waits at my door.

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