EMILY E. DALTON
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be straight with me
FREE WRITING
SHOES
COVID 19 SONNETS
CONTACT
OMG shoes.
E.T. on the handles
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Oily marks appear on walls where pleasure moments hung before
The dust has only just begun to form crop circles in the carpet
You saw my emails with Cece when you wasn’t CC’ed
Who’s your daddy? Is he rich like me?
Half of the time we’re gone and we don’t know where
Take my badge, but my heart remains
Oh they had a field day, didn’t they?
Cannonball off the porch side, older kids trying off the roof
My doctor said, “take it easy”
hotter than a fantasy, lonely like a highway
Freaky deeky star speckles and pink butterflies
Same clothes, you ain’t ready for your day shift
We had a little son, we thought we’d call him Sonny
wish I could turn you back into a stranger
pretty girls don’t know the things that I know
I’m walking past your house, but I’m never gunna stop there
Shout out to your mom and dad for making you
One big room full of bad bitches
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