| Thursday, April 05, 2007 |
| False Starts |
The woman wakes up a warm pile of limbs.
The room is dusked with shade, but
the sun itself is high and yellow.
She lifts up her body in increments
and grabs a towel from the floor
wrapping herself loosely in its puckered furls.
She picks up a bottle
and squeezes a liquid the color of custard,
and smears it under her eyes
with the tips of her fingers.
She goes away, and when she comes back, it is night.
The woman sits and leafs through
the pages of a book; she scratches
her elbow and looks out the window
at the stiffening trees; she kisses
the unshaven face of her lover;
She gets up to walk down the hall.
A slender pale form clots in the dark.
She takes a step back, frightened,
then sees it is only a dress on a hook
and ends laughing and laughing,
soundless and to herself. |
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Name: rebeccacalvetti
Home: Cleveland, Ohio, United States
About Me: I got brunette hair which goes dirty blonde under the sun. I have green eyes and am not particularly short or tall. People who have seen me in a two-piece or less say I have fine decolletage.
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