Millinery heads’ rally by Burlacu Loreta (18, Europe)

with a li’l lady hat, a bison on the coat of arms is softer than my body
Slime pointing to the reflection of the Masai mara on the slowly fading snail shell is brighter than my body
Thick Sicilian tomato paste made the tiger rip the inside of my body

Marilyn Monroe's crypt at Brentwood cemetery is more cherished than my body
3 strands of hair falling off your weak scalp are tighter than my body
days in dugout & a crust from a slice of bread is thinner than my body

My body kept all leashes for a long freak-freely parade. Red scouts barking at her body leaving on
the bus to her first job. On her way to resell a red Rosella parakeet

Danny dips in his laundry, kisses the earth hanging on the last thread of my body, squished between
the courtyards, wrings his rod, sticks and gemstones all over my millinery head

Two parallel lines, two destroyed houses, two lives swaddled, only my body eagles for tips and
rails, leaves behind the cemetery where it used to worship to the deity of hats on sale...