Musings by The Poet Loriet
Tepid
I am extreme,
a hot cold woman,
chilling in flannel
one moment
and the next...
pouring ice cold wine
into the furrow
between my breasts
as my chlothes lie
crumpled on
my kitchen chair.
I must be in a
state of shock.
Does anyone here
know CPR?
Annie?
Annie?
Lori Beal
a hot cold woman,
chilling in flannel
one moment
and the next...
pouring ice cold wine
into the furrow
between my breasts
as my chlothes lie
crumpled on
my kitchen chair.
I must be in a
state of shock.
Does anyone here
know CPR?
Annie?
Annie?
Lori Beal
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