beware the feather boas
my hair is a cloak room, come hide with me.
let’s put on other people’s sleeves. let’s leave
our fingerprints on their sables & tweeds.
we’ll turn out all of the pockets & steal
their change. ready for the gum-ball machine.
I’ll keep the silvers here, behind my ear.
I’ll drop in a dime & pull out your tongue.
Born in Fairbanks, AK and reared in Austin, TX, Panika M. C. Dillon received her MFA in creative-writing poetry from Sarah Lawrence College. Her work has appeared in Oranges&Sardines, Copper Nickel, Borderlands, the Diagram and others. She toils as a political organizer in Central Texas and legislative reporter in the Pink Dome.