augury doggerel

Wednesday, July 30, 2003


A fine construction of balance and vanity strokes out and grrls on rollerblades. She wears no unsightly safety equipment, or how would we see her smooth knees bend, her wrists display long fingers, her hair undo all down our concrete hill? At the bottom she catches suspiciously deep breaths for that easy roll and half collapses round a lamp post. Her hip shifts out from under a whip spine and unsupportable breasts fill and fill a small pink tee. It might be a string of sighs.


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