Archive for March 2016

Achilles Heels

You’re sitting, legs askew On the deck of a boat. Is it the bobbing water beneath your gunnel That is making your cling With hands, skirt, lips, That slightly forced smile? And your feet, Jammed into tight, white, backless sandals, Like the cigarette jammed between your fingers, Portray a woman unsure, unseen,      …

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