Vivien, this looks like something the Lord made.

genius
does not have the fence
of color

doctorates
are not books
perfect sutures
are not
names

i cried a river
when i first saw
it

how vivien hid
from the palms
as bartender
as blalock
speaks about
his success
in his heart

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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