that he caught his breath in
that ugly vacillation in her step
in heels and a dress, but
never like that younger tramp
icy bitter and resentful
an oblivious iniquity
the shallows of understanding
saturating the surface layer
and drowning her in mediocrity
she reorganizes her image
amid a life of artificial crisis
wallowing in envy and
coveting singular moments
just waiting for that opportunity
to bang down her door
© heather brager 2.18.2011
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