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By twinkle Date: 2002 May 07 Comment on this Work [[2002.05.07.18.37.15263]] |
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he works down the street from my apartment, in a sandwich shop making my lunch. how romantic. he has very broad shoulders and eyes like a cave i am afraid to enter i like to watch his hands as he shapes my food something i tried to hide loves the veins and tendons pulsing beneath that brown, brown skin it is July today beyond my small world the empty fields bake and swallow up the soil, gold and torched white fences bursting out across the lonely highways no one ever travels. this town is virgin. waking up late to face the noon heat, i put on my tight summer dress. the peach and purple flowers cling to my hips and my waist and my girlishness today is Monday, today i eat down the road today i will know my tomorrows a few steps down the long wide street is my livelihood- caught in strong tan hands calloused by this windy town. |