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gilded age (purity I)
Keomali Johnston
12th Grade
Poetry
2023-2024 Spring
Part of a three-work collection of poetry, "purity"
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i have not been clean since
hazy sugared days of spring in which
my knees were dusted by
playground gravel and
my hands were sticky with
mud and melted candy and youngness
i was not clean when
april gusts sent you fluttering down in
a procession of silver-maple-helicopters
fallen angels dancing towards an oil spill
glistening as if it were a tear-heavy eye
desperately seeking winged life to suffocate
i am not clean so
continue lying in my room
skillful metalsmithing hands
capturing the afternoon sun
turning it into gold leaf and
pressing it to my skin
hiding the corrosive ugliness i bear,
gilded age of eighteen.
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