body of a blue-collar working girl
skin too pale, bruises
muscles in the wrong places
fair proportion except for the bony knees and narrow hips
water so hot it sucks away your breath
the only time it gets like this: the middle of the night
when no one's flushing the toilet or washing dishes or doing laundry
steam rises from your skin outside the bathroom
poison leaving the body
what mistakes have you made
what bathtub executions await you as restitution
as penalty for your unspoken sins
half-dried hair
blood frozen beneath translucent skin
questions made to haunt you
to leave you blinded by your imperfections
Saturday, February 21, 2009
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