augury doggerel

Sunday, February 23, 2003


A shock of solarium and permanent comes through the door followed closely by her male attendant. He expertly grasps behind her head, skins her quickly from her neck down, and leaves the coat steaming on a hook. She slumps into the only space. But look: the skinner is half-swollen already at the thought of dressing her. Ankles tied under the table, strokes of the knife, lips bubbling.

At the other end of the couch sits the small nervous woman who always sits alone with a wine and cackles back to the barkeep. She feels more alone now and older.


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