Amy Kitchener's Angels Without Wings
Presents the maiden voyage of the space ship
AZNATSYROTS
Introducing crew member

YVONNE NUNN
Hermleigh, Texas;

MATRIARCH'S VISAGE

Who
notices these
rolls around my
waist? Insufferable goons with
kinky tunes? The corsets of
today are not tight laced although
they tell a tale of modest chaste
and squeeze the body into shapes of spoons.
The inside seams tattoo my skin and scrawl, the
buttons press into half-crescent moons and sharp insertions dig
ravine lagoons while circulation pools my blood to stall.
My skin feels like a bolt of finest
crepe. I am embroiled within a body
drape. My mirror tells me I've
begun a rotund life-time change
until the tattle sparks,
forsake middle age
and welcome
matriarch.
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Yvonne Nunn

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