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Bones grow crooked twisted in heels, spiny threatened ankles
push-over on the street, in stilettos she dares to wear
despite doctor warnings, in spite of stares and glares.
Hot pink with bouffant hair sprayed to the sky, we watch
she stumbles against a green light through traffic, cars toot
whistlers hoot wolf calls, she maintains her rigor,
reaches the other side, friends with boa feather scarves
wave her onward to their safe society, enfold her with hugs.
Published in “Stonewall’s Legacy: A Poetry Anthology,” Edited by Rusty Rose & Marc Rosen, 2019