She reached to adjust
the clock: her legs poke up; taught
tendons wrinkle her
heels; finite veins flare
woozy over the backs of
her white knees; a limp
dress blossoms about
the exposed inches of her
thighs; & ( the minute-
hand pinched) she turns, so
the sunset can swing an hour
round the stance of her.
Thursday, November 7
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