How to Live

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Aunt Wilma knew the way to live.  The East

(Japan and China, India) she wore

Inside and out.  She lived hwe life as feast

Or rape, imbibing it inside her core,

Not just her secret parts but everywhere

Within her.  She was silk inside and out

And thus the rape and fullness.  She would share

Soprano notes like Gabriel’s, a shout

Of gorgeousness across the waters of

Banana River wavelets, then in white,

Small church.  She always held a man to love

Her beauty, singing sex her favorite rite.

  She had a tiny Roman nose that breathed

    In life.  She made life wholly Christmas-wreathed.

~ Phillip Whidden