slim-to-none
One more friday night, watched slowly inside-out, a child smiles a slow draw-back of gin a sigh of cigarette smoke, a pound of ash on the counter: one more hello or goodbye will break this place. Two eyes close, a slow motion cut angle of the door one looks back and she is leaving (the girl in the red shirt) just the same as april parties change to pool parties at first sign of may she ends up lifeless on mattresses, alone, but spring is on the way, summer is unfolding we�re only free of winter Colors are different in the warm months and so is she, withdrawn and like the boy who kissed her in the parking lot, fifth grade, thinking about play-time romance and school yard cat walks, instead, here, quiet, flipping through fashion books, bent. one more day inside this building will break her. The way she looks at things is different now. a series of unopened doors and activities she joins without pleasure, her life is folded magazine pages now, unfinished crosswords, rain gathering on the driveway.
2004-10-22 | 10:33 a.m.
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