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Questions for Bonnie Parker on Our Birthday

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Poor girl
what indecent thing have we become?
Chain smoking over poems about
some desperate longing.

In safe houses we wallpapered
with diary pages and news clippings
trading knit caps for paper roses
as we sat at the breakfast table.

Oh how lucky you are!
you and your unfortunate

30’s
trapped in sepia tones and dust,
brave enough for heists and races.

I thought that was me there
with my foot on the fender,
hip slinging, cigar smoking gun moll,
while you slept on your lover’s shoulder--
twenty six star-shaped holes in your body.

Did he whisper anything to you
before the rain fell? Did you know
we share a birthday? Tell me,
how did it feel when you ran?
Unbuckle those shoes and dig
your toes deep into the dirt.

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I really like this, the last two lines are great.

musicara49
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I'm a sucker for any writing that utilizes emotion over style, but here you have both, which I love the most. This poem is so very clean and at the same time tugs on you. I feel like I'm sitting in the room with Bonnie and Clyde enjoying their...

I'm a sucker for any writing that utilizes emotion over style, but here you have both, which I love the most. This poem is so very clean and at the same time tugs on you. I feel like I'm sitting in the room with Bonnie and Clyde enjoying their presence. Again loved the style piled on top of the emotion.

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Vangoman
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I like this Makes me think of who Bonnie really was. Well done!

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