Mom liked big pearl rings. And all is forgiven. Excellent for their energetic exactnesses and music. What makes this poem move so smoothly and interestingly is it's timing, repetition, and shift in temporal focus. Using a mirror he touched the curving patterns of his scalp and counted the vertebrae in his back.
Nothing is simple.
The picture would later be taken from a respectable, private collection, placed in one issue of a respectable, private magazine, soliciting many angry letters. But this had not yet happened. Many things had not yet happened, including a large change in the national opinion of which hates were acceptable and which were not. But this has not yet happened, like many other things. Right now she is standing inside, wearing a red dress with dots, which her mother had chosen as being acceptable.