Postage Stamp Woman
by Hezekiah Allen Taylor

she bites her thumb
at the steam of "el toro" in perforated square

in a way Picasso never sketched

in a universe spinning lightly

around bulls and balls
she salutes the crowd
and plants herself
in the loose dust of a bloody arena

flipping her finger
with confidence that
self-adhesive can't begin to tame

she licks it anyway
throws the books of stamps
overhead

they blow up again
as they brush the vent

she’s watching history float around her like heat
or a thousand weaving cobras

Francine's Version -- Hezekiah's Version
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