The Son of Man
The Son of Man
by MK Chavez
You
dreamer
wreck the house,
strip the facade,
surrender blue blouse,
lick pearl, unhook eyelet,
shoo button, bang fedora,
shiver up close, cover your sky,
harangue until– opens parasol
delivers green apple where once was an eye.
MK Chavez writes about the beauty that can be found in ugliness. You can find out more about her and her writing at Little Brown Sparrow
