Friday, January 21, 2011

excipient

she zipped up
her sprayed-on skirt
the teeth gripping
ruthlessly
snagging the tights
her ex-girlfriend loved
weeping an itch
out of every stitch

exorcising that thought
she walked toward the exit
in her excruciating stems
through the revolving door

at her favorite lounge
she whispered "french 75"
her fingers slithering
through his flyaway curls
exchanging confidences

for hours
although she couldn't
be exactly sure
she waited
swells raising
up and breaking
in the vessels
of her eyes

they finally splashed up
awakening her
and with that
she decisively
poured herself
back to the ground
for another night

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