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Sunday, July 4, 2010

Sweat

I pull my hair off my neck put it in a french twist
sweat drips
unzip my dress, let it fall to the floor
Sweat drips,
slowly down my back.
Cool breeze from the oscillating fan
feels so good to me
as I sweat

1 comment:

  1. This might be your best poem to date. There is such powerful imagery I can feel the sweat dripping on my own neck. Magnificent. Its better than I could have hoped to write.

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