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SEVENTEEN A BEAUTY QUEEN
Hadn’t seen each other in 44 yrs. I remember her at 17
Sephardic Jet black hair Horsey voice Married a Rockefella
I approached warmly not sure she remembered me even after
our 2 hr tete a tete But how could her husband forget? Showed
up at my office one day Just sat there +smiled +stared Nostrils
flared
I was on the phone with her! Get Dickie to take you for lunch
Today she is haggard Vestigial And what am I? Encased behind
giant pink Mui Mui frames even after twilight Windows to my
soulhole shuttered Now sotto voce she goes into how a brother
died in May +father-in-law 6 months prior on a Monday Married
off her son the same Friday
Was that fear glinting when I mentioned that the dead are just as
pre-occupied with immortality as we are? Perhaps even more so?
She did stop taking down my contact info though +bumped into my
old mother as she beat a hasty retreat from the party
Mother snarled Incisors bared Life in the bardo having changed her
From sweet+gentle to cantankeousasfuck 94 +tired of waiting for
her close-up Mr. DeMille
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“If I can only recover, I will have her. I will sell the shop. We will travel.
In many new cities, I will see her in dresses of many colours. Which will
drop to many floors.”
(Hans Vollman in heaven still unaware he is dead after a beam has fallen
on his head.. Lincoln in the Bardo George Saunders 2017)
End of Summer 2018 ..
songanddancegirl 