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Tuesday, November 29, 2011


by Anita McQueen

Slant of darkness
turning me over in my bed

face in my pillow
breasts and belly against the mattress

hard to breathe
afraid of the ceiling caving in
with all my sin

wanting soon
the daylight window
blurring it away with blinding brightness

not crying anymore
little girl gone
a woman now

getting dressed to dance down the stairs
slurping a bowl of cold cereal
aiming for my hot heart

forgetting the night and the night to come
I chat with the neighbors

catching the bus to tease my boss
another paycheck not quite enough

weekend coming with party after party and agonizing guilt.

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