Painting by Mary CassattI wear a necklace of dew
that dangles between
my breasts and takes me
by surprise, like a burglar.
I pretend it’s accidental,
time-warped, like a fly
in amber. I’ve forgotten
the password. Why does my
mind stray? The sing-song
timbre plays hurdy-gurdy,
says I’m not too clever,
my life’s half over. Who
is this shrink-wrapped
omnibus, this woman
disguised as a bookmaker?
I look long in the mirror
and watch myself think.
Tess Kincaid
November, 2010
Posted over on her site Willow Manor
Listed as #1 over on Magpie Tales 40
1 comment:
excellent work on this one
I also like the painting choice.
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