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“Very early in my life it was too late.”
Conversation Légère
A beige silk cushion. Oval glasses. Long dark hair with tear-drop earrings. One was lost when the sweater got caught, and it was misplaced momentarily and recovered when needed.
Red lipstick. White pants with little strings tied up at the waist over each hip. Short hair with bangs and glowing green eyes like a cat waking from a nap. A laugh with direction.
Purity and repose; her left palm turned to the sky and the right toward the earth. The girl's gold and silver rings dance in the sunlight when she waves her arms. She relishes the scent of tears.
Birds bring us up and out of the darkness. The drawstring was broken and the two were searching for the seam. The girl discovered her seat in the triangle, knee-knocking against a thigh. Someone sighed and she opened her eyes. Her hands were in a paper bag of zucchini chocolate muffins.
We see what we believe, and the information we spread seeps from each pore. Muscles become magnificent through movement. One step and then the other, waking to all forms. The girl didn’t need to know the steps; she believed in creating the music from what you feel. Language is a portal to the world we choose to create.
How will you define yourself? The girl wishes to ask the question and then does not. He is sitting back with his arm around her. He does not see what she has become, and the confusion wraps around them like a barbed wire. Withholding is a form of love; sometimes, the lesson is better served as a kiss.
The girl sticks out her tongue and screams. When the pianist caresses each ivory key gently, the people lift their skirts and run to the other side of the room. They begin to crawl on all fours and sway their hips back and forth. Begging. The girl drinks the rest of her mint tea and leaves, ice blowing from her blue lips.
He said that the goddess is red-red-red. There are sixty-four in the body, twirling on the girl's knees, chest, chin, and toes. The ones at her chest stomp their feet, so the girl remembers her heart. As she walks through midnight into the next day, she suffers the tragedy of knowing she can never look back.
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